CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
MEMORIES
SCARLETT’S POV
I need to find some way to stay in contact with Reed, because the uncertainty about what he might be doing behind the scenes is driving me close to panic, and the thought that he might be scrambling for help or trying to fix things without me knowing makes my chest feel tight with restless anxiety. At the moment, however, I am trapped in the middle of the third house tour in SoHo with Saul’s relentlessly enthusiastic real estate agent, who has spent the last twenty minutes chattering about the property’s potential as though my future revolves around perfectly staged living rooms and sunlit nurseries rather than the far more urgent problem currently clawing at the inside of my skull.
She gestures toward the spacious kitchen with its marble cou
