“We should have written him something else, right?” grumbled Gwen, who hadn’t taken her hands from between her knees since we left.
“But the words were your idea!”
“Yes, well, I’m sorry! I could at least have told him that... that...”
“That what? That you like him?”
“Scarlett!” she was offended.
I shook my head, laughing.
And I thought I was complicated...
After that, Gwen pouted. She lowered her seat and turned her face to stare at the passing landscape.
Ironbridge was just over six hours from St Andrews. It was already dark when we arrived.
The city was exactly what I had seen in my vision, right down to the boxwood pots on the sidewalk.
We decided to wait until the next day to check that Ewan was there, hoping that if it was the case, he wouldn’t feel me first... We found a ro
