Wednesday and Thursday were spent at Le Musée, and thankfully, I didn't see much of Ferry either night. The sounds that came from his room, however, indicated he wasn't alone. Although, by morning, there was no sign of a visitor. I, on the other hand, was so beat by the time we finished the work we had come to New York for that I could barely make it through dinner without crashing. Ferry was older than I was, and I had no idea how he managed to keep the hours he did. I'd felt drugged for days and hadn't been able to recover from the s****l overdose with Emily.
Nate had sent me a text late Thursday night to let me know he'd arrived, but I was asleep by the time it came through. He'd blown up my phone today, but I hadn't had time to call him back. I assumed he was bored with Sera and want
