Chapter 27

• Megan swept away and took refuge in Oliver’s bedroom. Her phone was in her hand as more of a prop than anything else. There was no one she wanted to call. Maybe Emily, but telling her that a potential three-way had her on the verge of a panic attack wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have while Oliver and Ashley waited in the other room.
• Instead of punching in any numbers, she stood facing the window with her forehead pressed against the glass and watched the slowly moving traffic below.
• There were millions of people in this city and sometimes it helped for her to think in terms of the hundreds of thousands of people living in the five boroughs who felt like her. Anchored to nothing, too afraid to take a chance. Lost and not quite fitting anywhere—even the places they wanted to be. She felt less alone when she considered all of those other aimless souls. Maybe one day they’d find each other.