Paetyn’s POV
I’ve grown to despise this city. Where I used to find joy in the small things, like the hustle of people rushing by, the scent of street cart hotdogs, and the anonymity of being among thousands of people who don’t know my name or story, now I can’t stand it. The people have become too much to handle, setting my nerves on edge, and the stench of hotdogs and mustard makes my stomach twist painfully. And I’m no longer entirely invisible after the scandal with Liam. It doesn’t help that I’ve been desperate to stay under the radar so my ex-boyfriend doesn’t find me.
I hate New York City.
The spring air melts into the exposed skin of my arms. I’m glad winter has left the chat. Spring has brought with it warmer nights and no need to carry around multiple layers so I don’t freeze t
