Chapter 2
After two days, Verity had reconsidered her stance on staying with her brother and her brother’s boyfriend. The coffee was a point in favor, though. She’d miss it.
She wandered over to the apartment’s big picture window. Below, New York blossomed in riotous color: brick and pavement, trees and tourists, emerald and dusty red and smoky glass and rainbow jackets and scarves and camera-flashes. She ran a hand through her hair, scrunched up waves, let them tumble.
She watched a woman in an improbable peacock-feathered hat hail a taxi and nearly lose the hat while getting in. She wondered briefly whether the woman might’ve sought out a charm, a spell, a word to keep the hat in place; the angle seemed to defy gravity.
She wanted to go out into the sunshine and ask. Or if not, at le
