They woke before first light, moving around quietly in the dark. Tessie's baskets waited by the door, already packed to the brim with ginger cakes as she sat the table with her head in her hands and her stomach in knots. Behind her, Finn dressed and pulled on his boots, the minutes ticking by at an excruciating pace.
As light peeked through their window, the courtyard activity below heralded the hour. It was time to go. Making their way to the street below, the world around them hustled on with all the energy of an ordinary day. It was over an hours walk to the West End, and Tessie needed to keep a fast pace.
"Well, my love," Finn said, taking a few pennies from his pocket and tucking them into her palm. "I know yer have some, but take these too. If yer don't know where yer are just get
