MY TRIP TO NEW YORK

“I think I might have an idea Lily,” he said using his thumb and index finger to support his jaw while putting on a ‘thinking’ face. Like a ray of hope appeared in a dark tunnel, I grinned from ear to ear, beaming with expectations. “What is it?” I asked eagerly.

“So now you’re happy,” he smiled and I followed suit. “You feel guilty, right?”

“Very,” I emphasized.

“Why not make it up to him then?”

“Make it up to him? How?”

“Pay him a visit in New York.”

“I should?”

“That way, you tell the other party which is Cayden that you indeed are...