epilogue
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into London Heathrow Airport…”
Nick tore his gaze away from the window—where, admittedly, all he could see were endless clouds—and blinked at the screen in front of him. The map was zoomed in, and they were, unbelievably, flying over England.
His heart sped up.
“Oh, I am ready to be off this plane,” his neighbor said. Nick wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or to the air around them, but he felt that it was only polite to acknowledge her with a smile. “You must be all right,” she told him, “but I’m old. My feet are so swollen, I don’t know why I even let myself do this.”
He didn’t know what to say to that.
His brain was a caged hamster in a wheel, anyway.
It had been two years since he left London—he’d considered visiti
