Harold Gates slowed the snow-topped yellow taxi and edged it along the slushy curb to a stop where she stood, shivering in a tattered wool coat in a January blizzard on the steps of her unlit ... [+]
Anna knew the bridge was a mistake before she and Henry even got there. Maybe it was because he had said he thought it was strange for full grown adults to interrupt a conversation to swoon over an animal, or maybe it was because when she asked him where he went to college, he responded with California. Either way, she regretted agreeing to a route that lacked multiple exit points, one that prevented her from feigning illness whenever she wanted and taking off in the opposite direction after a speedy apology. On the dating app, she had asked him what he did. Finance. Doing what? Risk analysis