"He kicked a freezing boy's ""lottery tickets"" into the slush, laughing at his poverty. He didn't know the wealthy widow watching nearby was about to change everything. 😭💔 The wind didn't just blow through the avenues of Chicago; it screamed. It was a living, malevolent thing, tearing through the canyons of steel and glass. It was Christmas Eve—a ""White Christmas"" for the rich in their high-rises, but down on the pavement, it was a death sentence. Leo stood outside the monolithic entrance o