She crossed to the far wall and looked down at the building. Lines of cops entered and exited, ants dressed in blue and black. Her family. She gripped the guardrail, its frigid galvanized steel burning a line across her palms. Breath frosted around her head, giving the lights a soft haze as she closed her eyes. The city thrummed through her as if she held the end of an electrical cable. Longing burned her heart, the desire to get back onto the streets. Tears pressed against her eyes, huge wracking sobs she wouldn’t be able to stop. Goddam it, pull yourself together. It’s been a year. Deal with it.