IMOGEN’S POV

They say New York was the city of dreams but I felt mine die the minute our plane landed. 

My dreams withered to dust, faded away like the future I had dreamed and imagined for myself.

It felt unreal to be back in a place that held so many memories for me. Memories that were marred with a certain sadness I had grown accustomed to.

Perry’s chauffeur had dropped his Mercedes at the airport--he drove us home in it, weaving through the busy streets of New York while I simply stared out the window.

I had worn dark shades to hide the bruises I was sporting just on...