Chapter 62 Tristan

• Tristan
• New York, with its loud honks and constantly chattering people. I look out the car window, watching strangers live their lives. Layla is on the other side of the backseat, but we don’t speak to each other. We haven’t talked since we entered the car.
• It was awkward that morning. I’d have loved to go back to New Brooks, but the board members called to invite Layla and me out to celebrate the proposal. I’d thought we’d go to a nice restaurant, but they opted for a golf course.