Brooke’s POV
“Where to?” asks the cab driver when I step into the cab.
I have no idea where to go. If I go too far, I lose Spellbound, who is not only my means of income, but also my one, remaining rock. I can’t go back to the old apartment, and I can’t go back to Tucker.
“Drive north,” I say quietly. “I’ll let you know when to stop.”
The driver looks at me like I’m crazy, so I plop a fifty down on the armrest to help encourage him.
About twenty minutes into the ride, Trent Taylor calls me.
I didn’t even know he had my number, nor I his.
Then again, there are a lot of things about that night that I can’t remember.
“Hello?”
“Sierra?”
I consider hanging up just because of that. I’m so done with Sierra.
But I can’t be done with Sierra. So I say, “Yeah.”
“Hey. Are you okay? Fi
