Chapter 6
KAYLA
Sunday afternoon
“So, how was it when I left?” Sophia crooned over the phone, her pitch way too breathy for a busy New York street.
I raised my hand for a taxi, my phone attached to my ear, my red business skirt clinging to my hips from the heat. The summer New York sun isn’t a friend to anybody apparently, and the people beside me on the sidewalks walk with the sort of frenzied purpose that could only accompany that “sizzling alive” feeling I’ve been experiencing all day.
The white-lined black streets in front of me are lined with wall-to-wall yellow cars. The tall buildings above the street traffic loom overhead and it’s almost as if they are smothering with their powerful presence, sucking the very air from my lungs.
There’s something about New York. Something spec
