Chapter 6
Charles sat in the backseat of the taxi and gave the driver Clara's address. They left the touristy part of the city, and turned down a narrow side street with houses that had been converted to apartments inside.
The cab stopped in front of a tall, four-story white house with three apartments on each floor; the tiny yard had just enough room for a thin green tree.
He glanced up at the second floor where Clara lived and his hair stood on end when Sandi stood beside him. Like she fit there.
This was it. He was bringing Sandi home.
No one other than Clara knew the truth about the real him--and bringing anyone to this apartment he'd bought for the closest woman he had to a mother hadn’t been on his radar as a possibility until last night.
Somehow he’d told Sandi the truth. Now
