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The Wait

A month had passed since Barry left his life behind.

Now, he sat on a stack of steel beams under the shade of a half-built warehouse, wearing a stained orange vest and a hard hat.

The midday sun hung high, casting waves of heat across the construction site.

Dust clung to his boots and pants, and sweat rolled down the back of his neck.

He unwrapped a sandwich he’d packed that morning. It was just bread, lettuce, and a slice of ham.

The bread was a little dry, the ham a little thin, but he didn’t complain.

This was his life now.

The midday sun beat down on his back as he took a bite, the dry bread sticking in his throat.

He washed it down with lukewarm water from a dented canteen.

For a while, he sat there, his mind racing with questions.

What was he even doing here?

He’d been in Z City for weeks now. This was the very same city where he had once rescued Adam from the Homeland family.

And yet, despite everything the Golden Cat had warned, the Black Cat of Misfortune hadn’t sh