His Black Card Bought My Grave

Summary

The girl from Juilliard had thrown another fit and vanished, and as always, it fell on me to clean up the pieces.

To coax her back into Holden’s orbit, I did what I had spent ten years perfecting. I stood in the biting wind outside a bakery on Prince Street for three hours to secure the brioche loaf she had casually mentioned on her Instagram story. I called in old favors to get front-row seats at Madison Square Garden for the sold-out tour she couldn't stop talking about.