Avery and Jenna Pt. 13

NO NEED FOR AN APOLOGY

One thing that was true of Avery's city was this: it never slept. Early morning. Late night. Middle of the afternoon. There was always noise. People speaking in various languages. Klaxons blaring in the air. It was a venerable nexus of different cultures, peoples, and ideals. People were both angry and friendly. It was Monday, the start of a new week, and the first for Avery without his position at Warren