The position of the heart suddenly began to beat faster, but the incomplete heart could no longer piece together a complete form.
Sylvan Cheney looked at the smooth, flat wall, silent.
All around, quietly silent.
...
Old York, City Bank.
At the time to get off work, Yukon Carbon took his gray long coat from the coat rack and put it on, then straightened his tie.
As he picked up his car keys, his phone on the table rang.
"Mom."
"Yukon, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"
"Yes."
"No overtime today?"
"It's Christmas, no need to work overtime, vacation starts tomorrow."
"I had forgotten all about it. After so many years in UT, I still can't get used to the holidays here. Drive carefully on the way, it's snowing outside, so I won't disturb you, come home early."
After hanging up the phone, Yukon Carbon stood at the window and glanced out at the city of Old York.
