26
Tammy
I ran out of The Rosewood and immediately spotted a taxi – an old-school Crown Victoria.
‘Where to?’ asked the driver.
‘Two twenty-four Coolidge Lane. Scarsdale,’ I said. I didn’t know what to think or what to do. I just knew where I wanted to be – home.
It was freezing outside, but I rolled down the window anyway. The wind blew against the sheen of sweat on my forehead. I leaned toward the chill. For a moment, it made me forget. Forget that Kip had killed my father. Forget that Oliver had been there and decided to cover it up. Forget that he had just asked me to do the same.
You can protect me. You’re the only one who can.
Oliver had given me a power I wish I didn’t have. How much were we supposed to protect the ones we loved?
With every passing street, I grew more nauseo
