trembling. “You don’t even know me.”
Ethan looked out the small window toward the glittering Manhattan skyline, then back at her. For a fraction of a second, the billionaire facade dropped, and Clara saw the little boy from Queens who had lost his mother to the winter cold.
“Because thirty years ago, nobody answered the door for my mother,” Ethan said quietly. “Happy New Year, Clara.”
Before she could say another word, he opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving behind the smell of fresh
