#Chapter43
AMELIA POV
The I looked out the window of the cab, the traffic was heavy probably because it was midday. I fiddled with my fingers and keys patiently waiting to arrive.
/"What are you doing at the Mental Rehabilitation Center?/" The cab driver asks nicely, it seems as if he was genuinely interested.
/"Just visiting...a friend/" it sounds more like a question even when I say it.
/"Ah, I got a daughter who works there, Dr Louis if you bump into her./" He chuckles.
Talking about his daughter brought a new twinkle in his eyes and a wide smile on his face. It made me think about the pregnancy scare I had.
The ride lasted about 15 more minutes and mostly consisted of the cab driver talking about his daughter, which I didn't mind at all.
/"That'll be 45 dollars miss,/" he says as he stops the car outside the building.
I opened my purse to see that I only had 2 $100 bills on me. I gave him one of them.
