Back in my room after dinner, I’m thrilled when I see that London is online, and I Skype her.
“Oh my gosh!” Her beautiful face fills my laptop screen as she claps with excitement. “How are you? It’s so good to see you! Wow…you’re growing a beard. Ooh…you’re totally hot with facial hair. What are you up to? How’s Cooper? Are you staying safe? Tell me everything.”
This, right here, London’s beautiful innocence, is exactly what I needed after a day like today. After waking up to a bombing, almost getting shot on a run, watching someone die as I carried his b****y body to the hospital, and the nail in the coffin with the shitty food, this will definitely be going down as one of the worst days in my life. But looking at London’s big brown eyes that haven’t seen the cruelty in the world and he
