Alaina's POV
"I am going to West Alley." I told the taxi driver when I got into the warmth of the car. I relaxed my racing heart and focused on the blur of the city. The taxi's wheels hummed steadily over the asphalt, and my thoughts were a haze. I kept staring at the yellow streetlights as we drove, trying to steady myself, to focus. The way Henry had called me yesterday, his voice clipped with something I couldn't place, but his words—his words had pulled me into this. Whatever it was. I had to hear him out. Even if it was insane. Even if I hated every second of it.
