ANDREA’S POV
The automatic doors of Lenox Hill Hospital slid open, allowing me to step out onto Park Avenue.
The storm had passed, leaving the city in a strange and humid grayness. With the sidewalks still wet and reflecting the dull sky exactly like a dirty mirror, standing there for a moment while gripping the handle of my battered suitcase allowed the cool dampness to seep completely through the thin fabric of my cardigan.
Being discharged meant being entirely free, yet having absolutely nowhere to go was a crushing reality.
Reaching into my pocket, my fingers brushed softly against the piece of paper that had been burning a massive hole in my side for the last six hours.
The check.
One million dollars.
Pulling it out revealed it was heavily crumpled from when Maxwell had aggress
