Emily Harper
Then after taking care of some stuff here, I'm going to follow, my own words repeated themselves inside my brain as I watched Samantha drive away. It was what I'd said when my best friend asked what I had in mind. But if I were really being honest to myself, I wasn't really sure what I needed to take care of.
Was it my finances? My stalker? Cleaning up my name?
Or was it my heart?
I sighed, leaning against the trunk of my car. All of my things were already on their way to California, save for a few clothes and some essentials, and I was still here. In New York City. It was as though I was waiting for something to happen. Like I needed to stay here and make things right. Like I needed to earn back the trust of the people around me. Like I needed to get my old life back. Ho
