The kids and Ronald had left for office and Liberty was alone at home. In the note she had handed over to the bulky Russian Gangster, she had written that she would be waiting alone at home for Nicolai once everyone left. She could not risk meeting him anywhere else.
My mind is so much like the ocean I watch for the incoming ship, calm on the surface with so many deep under currents, all of them with their own purpose. Being a "watcher" is the perfect job for a daydreamer like me and if I must suffer cold feet and numb fingers through the winter months it's a price worth paying, thought Liberty.
They think her a fool to wait like she does every chance she gets: eyes set to the horizon, arms resting on the cold metal rail. But the way I see it they're missing the greatest mysteries of lif
