Chapter 92 If Only This Could Last Forever

After we got off the train, we caught a ride share to Charles’ mother’s cottage. It turned out that this “cottage” was bigger than any house I’d ever seen. But it still had that quaint, charming, country appeal to it, with a garden that rolled all around it and lace curtains in the windows.“It’s cute,” I said. “I thought you’d like it,” Charles replied. “Come on inside. Mother’s dying to meet you.”