"The New York Mental Rehabilitation Center please."
Chapter 43
AMELIA POV
The I looked out the window of the cab, the traffic was heavy probably because it was midday. I fiddled with my fingers and keys patiently waiting to arrive.
"What are you doing at the Mental Rehabilitation Center?" The cab driver asks nicely, it seems as if he was genuinely interested.
"Just visiting...a friend" it sounds more like a question even when I say it.
"Ah, I got a daughter who works there, Dr Louis if you bump into her." He chuckles.
Talking about his daughter brought a new twinkle in his eyes and a wide smile on his face. It made me think about the pregnancy scare I had.
The ride lasted about 15 more minutes and mostly consisted of the cab driver talking about his daughter, which I didn't mind at
