RENEE

I couldn't remember how long it took me to get to the restaurant. All I knew was that whenever the car hit a bump, I’d feel slightly dizzy, and my vision would whirl around a few times. I grabbed the door handle hard each time, praying I wouldn't puke in the back seat.

Harry, the personal bodyguard Robert had hired to keep an eye on me, sat behind the wheel and drove.

I'd met him outside my apartment earlier after Nicole and I had exited the building. He’d been waiting with a shiny ...