Chapter Eight
“I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M doing this.” Samara bounced on her feet in an awkward, heavy dance as they stood outside his parent’s home in New York.
They had a brown stone, three story house that they barely visited, but with their grand-child’s impending arrival, they were currently residing in the same state as he was for once.
The door opened and Charles smiled at him. “Master Julian. So, pleased to see you, sir.”
Julian smiled at the man who his parents dragged all over the world to wait on them, and who never complained. “Hey, Charles. This is Samara. Samara, my parents most trusted man, Charles Werthing.”
They stepped into the house with Samara and Charles exchanging pleasantries.
He took Samara’s coat and she shook off the snow that had fallen on them in the short walk f
