Intertwined. Myrna G. Raines

heck of a lot of sense. Lia’s mother was foreign, but she wasn’t Chinese, and what difference would it make if she were? Was that woman stupid?

      Dari took the stairs two at a time to the apartment above the garage where the woman had told him Lia lived. The door was open. Someone hadn’t even taken the time to close it, although it was cold. And the apartment was freezing. Two rooms. Two lousy rooms, and looking into the bathroom, he thought he’d die. Searching for it, he realized there wasn’t even a phone in the place. He looked around, recognized some of her outfits hanging neatly on hangers on nails over a small bed. Lia hadn’t wanted him to know where she lived not because she was rich, but because she was so poor. She would think he wouldn’t want her if he knew. What would make her think he was like that? Oh my God, Lia! And he sat down on her bed to wait for her, his head in his hands.