"Look out," I screamed, but of course they couldn't hear me. A second later the glass hit the sidewalk, silently, which somehow made it even worse. And a woman in a white dress fell over. People rushed towards her, while others stopped in their tracks and looked up at the building.
Both Daniel and I instinctively pulled away from the window, out of sight.
"Do you think we killed her?" I whispered.

Set in New York in the 1950s, The Tin is a short story about innocence and secrets, and about the nature of good fortune.