Chapter 15
SOPHIA
Wednesday afternoon
I thought we were dead.
For a full three seconds as our car lurched towards a wave of crossing traffic, I just knew that our car would be obliterated, smashed to pieces by the slew of cars coming in the other direction.
I didn’t think; I just acted.
My arms braced for impact, yes. But more importantly, they braced for impact against him.
Noah.
My fingers found him in the relative dark of the town car’s backseat, and I wrapped my hand around his, squeezing tight as I waited for the car to slow, and my heart with it.
We skid to a halt, hitting the sidewalk, just before coming into contact with horizontal traffic, and a strangled breath left my lips as we slumped against the gray cement of the New York sidewalk, the heavy rain mimicking the sound
