Chapter 15.

There's so many kind of buildings, I notice, as I stare out of the Jeep Wrangler that has no doors. The seatbelt I'm wearing is the only thing preventing me from flying out the vehicle. Noah's one heck of a driver. 

Old buildings, new ones, crumbling row houses and refurbished homes. Tall office buildings and squat store fronts all fills the scenery. 

The trees takes over this time, tall and stately, lining both sides of the road, so that it seems we are driving through a park, rather than the middle of a crowded city. 

"It's so beautiful," I murmur. "So ethereal, so magnificent, so..."

"It's just trees, Allie. Get over it." 

Kill joy. 

We pass gracious old homes, brick and granite, then another strips of shops, smart and trendy. Noah circles around, then pulls into a narrow lot that fronts several upscale shops.

He climbs out of the Jeep on his own and begins to walk into one of the shops. Noah stops on his t