Eight

That’s when I see Destiny.

He stands in front of me, gray rags and all, and surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances.

“Are you prepared for the most important moment of your life?” He asks.

I don’t respond. Most important? Ha. That’s funny.

“I’m here to show you Denver.” He says, breaking the silence. I politely smile, hoping that it hides the urge to punch him in the face and run.