There was a car waiting for us at Heathrow to take us to our High Class Apartment. It felt odd coming back. I couldn’t have called it a homecoming because I was pretty sure that shining glass monster would never feel like home, but I was in a way more comfortable than I had been the first time I’d come here.
Unfortunately Matthew couldn’t stay. I hadn’t expected him to, but it didn’t stop me from feeling disappointed.
He was, however, very nice about leaving. No vanishing abruptly into the night like he usually did. There was only genuine reluctance, an apology, and a kiss on my nose before he left. Which was something he seemed to be making rather a habit of. Not that I was complaining. It was just unexpected.
He wished me a good night and promised to see me soon. I trailed him into t
