“He drove back to his home in the city. From the building tops cranes punctured the night sky around him and the city lights reflected off their skeletal shapes. He wound his way between the glass towers and late night revelers, across the river and to up to his house in the hills.
Only the porch light was on as he drove into the garage. He grabbed his suitcase and quietly went up the back stairs. He knew she would be asleep. There was never a night when she wasn’t exhausted from..”
Excerpt From: The Eldorado Expedition. The City.