FORTY FOUR

The ride to L. A from Long Beach took almost an hour, and with only three minutes left on the clock, Newton parked in front as I rushed inside the tall building that hit the sky and took a deep breath.

I called Newton out of all the people on my contact list. I called my psychiatrist to drive me to LA. I had an option to get an Uber or a taxi to take me here, but somehow I called Newton because he was the person who told me about Lena Graham.

So, why?

Although it's weird having him drive me when I haven't seen him for years until that fateful rainy night at the karaoke bar, he would be there to save me from distress after Logan saw me as an evil bitch.

Right away, he was happy to oblige the lift. I found it weird that he wanted to drive me to Los Angeles as if he got nothing better to do. I was curious if he had any clients he needed to attend.

But the cool thing about him driving me is it's free. I didn't pay a dime to get to L. A.

I ran here as fast as I could, exhausted; I couldn't