Monthly Archives: May 2020

“Hello, Leroy,” the man in my living room said. “I’m Lucas Manchester, with the CIA.” “What are you doing here? I didn’t do something wrong, did I?” I thought about what I could have done. “No. You’ve done nothing wrong your whole life.” “Then why are you here?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “Uh…no,” I said, feelingContinue reading “Lucas Manchester”