Chapter 19
NANCY
The drive from Greenwich back to Manhattan has me feeling lighter than I have in…
Well, probably, ever.
Tempted to put the top down on Sabrina’s BMW convertible, I instead stretch one hand out of a slip of the driver’s side window, lifting it towards the blue sky, relishing in the feel of the wind against my skin.
An unusually mild February morning shifts from soft rain to sunshine as I travel down the long road on Interstate 95, and I do my best to soak it all in.
Dressed in a stylish coat, lightweight sweater and distressed jeans instead of my usual skirt suit and blouse, I’m beginning to feel like someone else entirely.
Someone younger, wilder, and more carefree.
The kind of person who might have gone out on the town last night after a really successful day at t
