Chapter 6
ANDREW
I know who I need with me when I head into the lion’s den this weekend…
And it isn’t Sophia.
No, the woman I need is standing in front of me.
Nancy and I hail the closest cab we can find, hopping in.
For a Friday night, the city seems particularly alive and we coast down the streets towards lower Manhattan over Broadway, towards 8th Street, arched windows, traffic lights and yellow cabs filling up the space in our windows as we pass.
I lean forward in the frayed leather backseat and give the driver the only address that will get us away from the Hell I created while Nancy sighs.
She glances at me, still smelling of lemon and sunlight, and I can tell she has a million different questions in her overactive mind.
I stop each of them with my hands.
Because in seconds
