I escaped Quill without a public scene, but I was certain the speculations ran rampant in the gossip mill. The number of people who'd seen me leave as an emotional basket case was countless. I wouldn't be surprised to find news of whatever trauma they believed I'd suffered on f*******: with pictures to support their theory, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Wandering the streets of Manhattan in a fog was never a good idea, but somehow, it didn't seem to matter. My flight didn't leave until tomorrow afternoon, and I needed a place to stay. Maybe a warm bath would help. I located the Westin and checked in under Hayden's name. No one knew I was here, but I preferred to stay under the radar. If the s**t storm brewed on f*******:, the rag magazines would look for a story on Liam that I did
