Mickey looked down at the text he’d received from Ian, whom he hadn’t talked to in five years since they broke up—it was mutual, they’d gone their separate ways, but Ian had risen up in the world, no longer South Side trash. He lived in North Chicago in a beautiful apartment that rose above the city. The text read:

Hey, Mickey. It’s been years, but I’ve been thinking that it’s time we reconnect. Stay in touch. - Ian