A single yellow cab appeared four blocks away, its roof light glowing in the dark. I raised my arm, my fingers stiffening in the wind.
The cab pulled up to the curb with a squeal of wet brakes. I opened the door with one hand, sliding Maya onto the vinyl back seat first.
I climbed in beside her, pulling the door shut against the freezing wind. The heater inside the cab was blowing lukewarm air, but it felt like a furnace compared to the apartment.
Methodist Hospital,” I told the driver. “The emergency room.”
The driver nodded and shifted the cab into drive.
I looked down at the phone in my hand. The battery icon was at twelve percent.
Before the screen dimmed, a notification popped up from my bank app. It was a transaction alert from earlier that evening.
Four thousand two hundred dollars had been charged to my card at a luxury hotel in Miami, Florida.
