Gregor is alone. The air is cold, and his breathing is the only sound. He watches his cloudy breath dissipate into the night air. It’s a welcome distraction from this gnawing feeling.

Today Gregor was let go. He knew he was not the best worker, but it was still unexpected. He had done his best. If he had cash, he would drink to chase away his shame. Instead he stands outside of his apartment, stares into an open space, and hopes the harsh street lights will illuminate an answer to the questions half formed in his mind.

When they...