The day Jenny died, I jumped off a building.
Caught myself, though. Jumping off buildings was a regular part of my job. If only I knew how to die.
That afternoon, I robbed a bank through the front door, but I didn’t take a cent. Just aimed my gun at the teller and cried until the cops came.
The handcuffs were easy. The door lock, less so, but I got it and rolled out onto the highway. Wasn’t the first time. I wish I would’ve let them shoot me.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I called Seesaw.