Elena's POV

By the time we left the airport, Boston had already settled into the kind of afternoon that made the city look older than it probably was.

The buildings rose around us in different shades of brick and stone, some new and polished, others carrying the kind of age that made them look as though they had been standing there long before either of us was born.

I watched them through the car window, taking in streets I had seen many times before but never quite like this.

I had been to ...