Chapter 8

New York smelled exactly the same. Coffee, rain, and money. I stepped off the plane holding Leo's hand. He wore a tiny dinosaur backpack and stared up at the skyline like it was a movie. "Mommy, is this where you used to live?" "A long time ago, baby." "Was it nice?" I thought of the staff exit. The burning car. The black ocean. "Parts of it." The show was at the Plaza. Eight hundred guests. Celebrities. Editors. The entire New York elite. And front row, center, in a charcoal suit— Callum...