Chapter 34

• I turn, my voice calm once more as I head back to my seat. “Now that we’ve settled that, let’s get on with the meeting.”
• At eight o’clock sharp,I toss my bag into the backseat of the car, the weight of the day pressing against my shoulders. It’s a typical New York evening—traffic clogging every inch of the FDR, slowing me down as I navigate through the endless sea of brake lights. I grip the steering wheel harder than usual, my mind circling back to Ana.
• I asked Yelena to give her the flowers. Red and white carnations.