The city slid by the window like a movie I didn’t care to watch. Neon, rain, traffic, all the same. When the cap stopped in front of my building, the meter glowed red. I leaned in closer to see if that was really the number.
“One hundred and forty?” I asked appalled.
“That’s the rate from uptown, lady.”
I paid, jaw tight. Next time I’ll walk.
Inside, the apartment was dark. Dylan was asleep. His shoes by the couch, phone on his chest. I stood by the door a long time, trying not to wake him. I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and sat down at the kitchen table. The silence pressed down on me. Nights like this would be common when Dylan left. I might still work for Daniel, I might not. My apartment would feel cold just the same.
My phone buzzed.
It was Nick.
“Hey. I was thinking…
