“Fiona, Fiona we’re here.”
Marcello’s voice stirs me from my light slumber. Somewhere along the car ride when the sun had begun to dip into the sky, I’d fallen asleep. Now, I felt the effects of the position I’d napped in, added to the overall exhausting effects of the long ride. There’s a kink in my neck, and my lower back feels like it is on fire. Worse of all are my legs; I’d fallen asleep with them folded.
I yawn, stretching and rubbing my eyes.
Through the windows, I can see that we’re driving slowly through the streets of Aroonshire. It’s a sleepy town that honestly looks more like a ghost town. Most of the shops and houses on the streets are rundown, closed, or seem that way from the amount of grime and inactivity. Lampposts are far apart and dim; flickering orange light and givi
