Chapter 3
KAYLA
It’s officially the worst “move-in” day I’ve ever had. And the day isn’t even over yet.
The Saturday afternoon sun is high—hotter than I ever remember. The street on which my apartment sits is sweltering, practically boiling beneath my flip-flops and as I grab for my TV, heaving it out of the back of the wide-mouthed U-Haul, I know somewhere in the back of my mind that I’m slowly being cooked to death.
You could fry an egg on the sidewalk…or on my head. A sheen of sweat coats the skin of my forehead and as I raise a forearm to swipe it, the television teeter-totters in my one arm.
I can’t believe how much has changed in the last six months.
A new job. A new city.
A new life.
My entire New York existence (all sixty minutes of it) flashes before my eyes when another s
