Over the years, he’d had to share it with more people than he could count. Family and friends and insurance adjusters. Emma’s principal and the mailman. And about once every few months, the students in his tactical ninjitsu classes. He’d thrown himself into the sport after...
Hands empty because his luggage was still at Angelle’s, he strode into the lobby. He’d driven aimlessly for twenty minutes—no real destination or goal in mind, other than giving Angelle space. Eventually he’d headed here, knowing he couldn’t go back to her parents’ house, and refusing to leave to...
When Lorenzo and I finally made it back to the carriage, it was nearly sundown. And that’s when I discovered an interesting tidbit I had not yet known about Renaissance Florence: the city has a curfew, along with ten guarded gates that get slammed shut at sunset. Apparently if you’re found wander...