Amara

The air was much clearer when we land in New York. Being miles away from where Vincent was made me feel lighter, like the hand he’d wrapped around my neck was broken loose.

James held me through as we made our way to his house. He opened the roof of the car and let the cool evening air welcome us home. It was easy to pretend that everything was okay as we sped past the tall buildings.

Here, in the noisy streets, it was easy to drown out my thoughts and instead let myself drown ...