He followed her gaze and understood immediately. "Do you want me to help you out?" He asked curiously.

Antonia shook her head. She hasn't said a word since she arrived in New York. She didn't want to convince herself that it was a good idea coming back and neither did she want to berate herself for coming back to a place of so many bad memories. "I think I can manage. Thank you for asking."

The driver shrugged. "Suit yourself." His eyes traveled from her feet, back to her face. ...