I sat in the back of the cab with my head down, using my long black hair to cover most of my face and the fact that I was crying. I'd managed to hold it back during the ten minute walk from Mark's office to the Biltmore. I needed a taxi and they were always circling the hotel, and this way I didn't have to wait in front of his building for one. It hadn't been easy holding it together, but I was getting enough looks as it was in my current ensemble. Had I started crying, people would have thought I was some distraught, strung out prostitute. Not that...