Nostalgia

EVE'S POV

They say New York is the city of dreams. 

I felt mine die the minute our plane landed. My dreams withered to dust, faded away like the future I had dreamed and imagined for myself.

It felt unreal to be back in a place that held so many memories for me. Memories that were marred with a certain sadness had grown accustomed to. 

Tom's chauffeur had dropped his Mercedes at the airport. He drove us home in it, weaving through the busy streets of New York while I simply stared out the window. 

I had worn dark shades to hide the bruise I was sporting just on the side of my face. It was Tom's idea. He always knew the best way to cover up the work of his hands, trying to pass them off as accidents. I suppose almost ten years of marriage was enough practice for him. 

When he had suddenly announced that we were c