Chapter 15Ruth gripped the seat in front of her as the taxi bounced and wound its way down City Mill Lane.
“You’ve probably noticed most of the streets here slope to the side,” Samuel called across the backseat. “That’s because they were built along the foothill of the rock.”
She dabbed her forehead with a tissue. “Is that so?”
Just then, the cab hit an especially steep sideways incline, knocking the view of the buildings ahead of them askew. Not for the first time since leaving the airport, Ruth fought the urge to vomit.
They came to a jarring halt in front of a row of modest, three-story town houses.
“Home at last,” Samuel said, climbing out of the car.
Ruth peered out the window at the tired, sage-green building with eggshell trim and black shutters, her eyes moving over its arche
