She prances out of my room and then shimmies right back in a few minutes later with a huge smile on her face.
“All set. We’re heading to my apartment to spend the day. How does that sound?”
Misha will be busy with physical therapy for the next few hours and Remi’s with him, so I peek in to say goodbye.
And mostly, to reassure Misha that I’m not going anywhere. Not yet, anyway.
Then Mila, Kat and I crowd into the back of a blue Escalade driven by Leonty and we head out of the nice part of Manhattan en route to Hell’s Kitchen, which is… well, slightly less nice.
The closer we get to Kat’s place, I’m reminded of the days when it was just the two of us, sitting on the floor of her living room, knocking back boxed wine and cheap candy. Just us. No distractions. No fears.
It’ll be like tha
