IMOGEN’S POV
They say New York was the city of dreams but I felt mine die the minute our plane landed.
My dreams withered to dust, faded away like the future I had dreamed and imagined for myself.
It felt unreal to be back in a place that held so many memories for me. Memories that were marred with a certain sadness I had grown accustomed to.
Perry’s chauffeur had dropped his Mercedes at the airport--he drove us home in it, weaving through the busy streets of New York while I simply stared out the window.
I had worn dark shades to hide the bruises I was sporting just on the side of my face. It was all Perry’s idea.
He always knew the best way to cover up the works of his hands, trying to pass them off as accidents. I suppose ten years of marriage was enough practice for him.
When h
