#Chapter 111 Tyler

It had started to drizzle, that kind of cold, misty rain that seeped into your bones before you even noticed you were wet. It was just as well. It was what I deserved at this point and a perfect reflection of my mood. I pulled my hood tighter around my face and hunched my shoulders as I walked past shuttered storefronts, ignoring the ache in my feet and the twist in my stomach that said you haven’t eaten today. Not properly. The half a protein bar I’d found in my coat pocket this morning didn’t count. I didn’t know where I was going, not really. In life, at least. But physically? I knew exactly where I was going. It was the same place I've been going for the past couple of weeks. The little bakery on the corner of Juniper and Fifth. Her bakery. Maya’s bakery. Well, at least the little bakery she worked at. She was still saving up enough money to open a bakery of her own. My boots squelched on the cracked sidewalk as I crossed to the alley beside it, heart thudding like