The storm wraps itself around Kay as if mourning him before he’s gone. His soaked shirt clings in ghostly transparency, the loosened black t...

The storm wraps itself around Kay as if mourning him before he’s gone. His soaked shirt clings in ghostly transparency, the loosened black tie curling in the wind like a black ribbon tied to memory. His head tilts back, exposing his throat to the rain’s cold blessing, eyes unfocused as though watching ...