Chapter 14It was a chilly night as I walked down the deserted street to my rented apartment. I pulled up the collar of my jacket above my scarf and zipped it up. I started thinking of all the personal history I have had in this city. The memories are good and bad. This was the city where I started my new life after my wife died. The city where I met Cindy O’Brian. I looked up, and the moon was rising above the Ponte Vecchio; I stopped and stared at it a moment. I wondered if Cindy had looked at the moon tonight and was thinking of me. Just then, my personal cell phone began to vibrate. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. It was Cindy. It’s been eighteen months. Why call now?
“Hello?”
“Hello, Warren, how are you?”
I stopped walking and trying to hide my surprise responde
