In the hallway, the nurses greeted her. She waved back. They did what she couldn't do full-time. They remembered her mother's pills, her meals, her safety. Ivy provided cookies and sweaters.
Outside, the crisp autumn air kissed her cheeks. She hugged herself and thought about the boxes of expensive wine bottles still stacked in her apartment thanks to Winn Kane. God, what the hell was she going to do with them?
She imagined showing up at Steve's with a bottle of Dom Pérignon. She shook her head, she would save that for when he got the job.
She hailed a cab, the driver giving her a brief glance. "Where to, miss?"
"Long Island. I'll give you the address," she murmured, sliding into the backseat. The city blurred past as she tapped her phone screen, searching for Steve's name. Her thumb hovered before pressing dial.
He deserved a heads-up—boyfriends tended to appreciate knowing when their girlfriend dropped by unannounced.
