“Okay.” She finally pouts, and I nod not fully happy. She makes me think of everything I was when I first arrived in New York. She has a fire inside of her just like I did, a determination to rise from the ashes. She’ll be okay, she’s a fighter and she is no longer alone.
Jake sits up suddenly and fishes his cell from his pocket putting it to his ear, he says a few words then looks across at me with a glance and it catches my interest.
“When then?” he moves to sit properly and plants his feet on the floor, sounding annoyed.
“Okay, well yeah … Sure … First thing … Keep me updated.” He presses the cell and casts me an apologetic grimace.
“No flight home tonight, Emma … Jets grounded; there’s a storm brewing outside Chicago and heading this way. New York is already in a full-blown blizzar
