
THEY TRIED TO LIFT HIM ONTO THE STRETCHER—BUT THE DOG WOULDN’T MOVE
I was late, again. That’s how the day started. I had scrambled eggs on my tie, coffee on my sleeve, and barely enough gas to make it into Midtown. My name’s Russell—Russ to just about everyone—and I drive for DoorRunner, a food delivery app. It’s not glamorous, but it pays the bills while I figure…