110 – Cypress Mosaic

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan was blanketed in the deep, dark red embers left by the sunset. Above it, tens of thousands of jewel-like lights twinkled brilliantly. However, no trace of emotion could be found in the eyes of Joshua, who looked down upon that scenery. The same was true for the gaze he cast upon the caller ID on the phone in his hand.

“Yes, it’s me.”