It Will Set You Free by Caitlin Elizabeth Harper

Author:Caitlin Elizabeth Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indie Author Project

7

Andy had his internship the next morning, so I took Collette for a walk on my own. I couldn’t stop pulling out my phone and staring at the mysterious text, which had come from an unknown number with a New York area code. I hadn’t responded, but surely whoever it was had the wrong person. No one in New York besides Andy even had my number.

After I got back to the house, I decided to text back: Think you have the wrong number. Sorry! There, it was done. I fed Collette and had just written “dog food” on the grocery list when my phone buzzed on the counter. I grabbed it and saw a text from the same number: No way, bitch. I know exactly who this is.

Okay, now I knew it was seriously just someone messing with me. I didn’t know anyone in New York, and had definitely never met a single person in the world who disliked me enough to send me something like that. My phone buzzed again and I jumped, but melted a little bit inside when I saw that it was finally a text from Andy: Finished in an hour. Fancy a stroll in the East Village? You’ll have to brave the train on your own…

I texted back quickly that I’d meet him at Astor Place in one hour and jumped in the shower. I decided on a mauve and brown flower-print dress, brown strappy sandals, and a pair of earrings I’d made the night before: deep purple heart-shaped stones framed in cream-colored lace with loops of tiny chains behind them. I’d read online that one of the best ways to market your jewelry was for you and your friends to wear it. Then, if people complimented the pieces, you could tell them that you made it. I wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen after that; it wasn’t like I had a website or even an Etsy page or anything, but I guess compliments and word of mouth were a start.

I managed to make it into the city on my own without taking the wrong train or getting murdered and found Andy waiting for me by a cube sculpture at Astor Place.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said, “because I’m starving.”

“All I had was a banana for breakfast,” I said.

“Awesome. There’s this amazing Irish pub a few blocks from here that has the best French onion soup and bread you’ll ever eat. But first, I have a surprise.”

I tried to seem super nonchalant, but my Andyflies were dancing the conga. What could he possibly have as a surprise for me? A few blocks away from Astor, he stopped in front of a small storefront that sat on the first floor of an old apartment building. The sign outside said The Artist Formerly Known as Prints .

“A print shop?” I asked, puzzled.

He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously and held the door open for me with a small bow and a nod. A middle-aged woman in a jean

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