「Saturday morning.」
The fog in Pittsburgh was lighter than usual. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the asphalt roads.
Leo Wallace pushed open the door to his apartment.
He dug out a gray hoodie from the bottom of his closet. It was the one he wore most often back when he wasn't yet the Mayor, when he was still worried about his student loans.
He pulled up the hood to cover half his face, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and walked out onto the morning streets.
There was no police escort clearing the way, no Ethan chattering in his ear with a schedule, and no media with their long-lens cameras.
At this moment, he was just one of Pittsburgh's three hundred thousand ordinary citizens.
He walked slowly along the street.
He had walked this road countless times before; he could count the potholes with his eyes closed.
But today, the ground felt different under his feet.
