Dunkeld, Scotland
“Thank you so much, ma’am, sir,” Arwen whispered as the old car stopped before her grandmother’s gate.
Margaret, the older woman in the passenger seat, turned toward her with a warm, motherly smile. “Child, we only did what anyone should do. You’re far too young to be walking alone on the highway.”
“Yes,” Henry, the old man behind the wheel, added gently, “but you must be brave because your journey hasn’t been easy.”
Arwen’s chest tightened. She lowered her head, fighting back tears. “Would you like to come in for a while? My grandmother would be happy to have guests.”
The two exchanged glances before Margaret slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, dear. We need to continue before nightfall. May God bless your steps.”
Arwen could only nod, though her heart wished they w
