Chapter 73 Captured

• Ginger
• It’s been two days since we arrived in New York, and I’ve fallen in love with the inn Hu picked for us.
• It’s nothing like the big, flashy hotels in city brochures. It’s small, quiet, and tucked between a flower shop and a gallery with dusty windows. The air smells faintly of roses and old wood. Inside, the walls are painted in warm shades of cream, and the floral decorations are to die for. Pressed flowers in glass frames, dried lavender hanging by the windows, tiny potted plants on every sill.