#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.” He led me up the stone path to the front porch, and Agent Tang slumped along behind us. A woman who must have been Charles’ mother threw open the door before we even reached the porch, rushing Charles and squeezing him in a big hug. “You finally made it home,” she said. “I’m so glad to see you.” She drew back and gave him a scolding look. “You shouldn’t wait so long between visits to your mother.” “I’m sorry, Mother,” he said, leaning in and kissing. “Mother, I’d like you to meet Elena.” He pointed at me. “Elena, this is my mother, Gwenivere Rafe.” I started to wave shyly, but she rea