Chapter 20

The uneventful act forced him out of the gym instead of being asked by the beefhead at the front of the place to leave. Feeling lost, somewhat spent, and having a string of continuous weary pangs within his heart, Tate decided to follow his intuition, which led him to Green Park.

He ran there, which was almost fifteen blocks from the popular gym, and he raced to the park’s center, forcing himself to believe that Persimmon was seated on the gazebo steps, under the beginning stages of a summertime twilight, mixed within the purples and dark blues of life.