After handing the unknown amount to the driver, she swung open the door and stepped onto the sidewalk. As the taxi pulled up in front of his high-rise, she reached in her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. A glimmer of hope flooded her body, and she squeezed her eyes shut, praying Gavin would take her back. It was nearly one o’clock in the morning. She shifted restlessly and her gaze fell on the glowing green light of the digital clock. The closer she got to his building, and the further away she got from her past with Dillon, the more she felt as though her sanity and heart were hanging by a delicate thread. In a blur, the look on Gavin’s face as he walked away from her a few hours before rushed through her mind. Emily leaned her head against the taxi window, watching the city lights of Manhattan with tear-soaked eyes.
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