The Woman Called G

Avery

I wandered over to the railing, clutching my purse like it contained state secrets instead of my lip gloss and phone. The city skyline sparkled across the water, Manhattan's lights reflecting on the Hudson's dark surface like scattered diamonds. It was beautiful, but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

Where had Declan disappeared to with Zane?

Behind me, laughter erupted from a group of