There is something bittersweet about watching Jen drive away in a taxi.
The months are slowly disappearing now, counting down to the moment we will both leave this place for good.
But as the taxi disappears beyond the gates, I smile to myself.
Even when the end comes, it will only be the end of Exton.
Not of us.
Not of a friendship I have been more grateful for this year than any other.
I head back into the atrium and take a seat on one of the four navy sofas that surround a sleek coffee table stacked with prospectuses.
I just need to wait for Sam now.
She texted to say she was leaving ages ago, but it is a long drive from the pack.
Now entirely alone with my own thoughts, I feel oddly restless, just as I had on my way back here in September. But the nerves I had about returning h
