"Ain't gon' feed you,
I'ma let you starve,
Gasping for air,
I'm ventilation,
You are out of breath,
Hope you ain't waiting..."
The cab driver, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, swayed along to the music, his fingers tapping the rhythm of the steering wheel.
Nina didn't want to interrupt his enjoyment of the song, but she waved the cab down and gave him the address of her motel.
As the car started moving again, Mariah Carey's voice continued to fill the air. Caught up in the music, Nina found herself lightly tapping her fingers on the window, watching the world blur by.
The windows slid up quickly, cutting off the cool autumn breeze. Nina frowned but didn't say anything. The car picked up speed, and she assumed the driver just wanted to reduce the noise.
But...
Nina had alw
