Chapter 4

As I walked out of the building, my phone buzzed softly in my pocket.

I unlocked the screen. An email from overseas.

Admission letter from Central Saint Martins, London.

I’d submitted the application six months ago, back when I’d just wanted to keep a crack in the door open for myself. I never expected it would become my escape route.

Seven years in New York. One long dream.

The dream was over. Time to move forward.

The next morning, I went in to resign.