When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
“Lara up yet?” Greg asked as soon as Charlotte let him back into the apartment and he noted Lara’s absence. After visiting Kennedy the previous night, they’d gone back to Charlotte’s apartment and Greg had stayed with Lara until she fell asleep before he moved to the couch in the living room. He’d woken up that morning from an oddly detailed dream in which he’d fought in World War I and after returning to Boston he’d met an already married Lara. After shaking off the weird dream, Greg had gone back to his place to shower and went to check on his dad. “Yeah, she’s unpacking,” his sister explained. Greg nodded. “How is she doing?” “Better than I thought she’d be,” Charlotte admitted. “When she came through to make coffee, she seemed okay. Good, even.” Greg’s lips tipped up. Knowin