“Not removing a necklace and drawing you to Ireland is a far cry from changing your personality,” he pointed out. “That’s true, but with so many changes and so much uncertainty, it’s hard for me to feel confident about much of anything.” “Yet look at how far you’ve come.” His softly spoken words filled my heart like hot apple cider on a cool winter day. I couldn’t respond past the lump in my throat, but I didn’t have to. He took the newspaper off the table between us and flicked it open, allowing me a pass. The flight only took about an hour. I spent most of that time wondering what would happen at the museum and enjoying a companionable silence with Lochlan. Once we landed, a black sedan with heavily tinted windows waited for us at the small private airport in the outskirts of London. Loc
