CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO † FRUSTRATIONI STOOD BY my room window admiring the magnificent Belfast waterfront. The band had chosen a beautiful hotel in the historic Titanic Quarter a few
minutes away from the Odyssey Arena. From what I’d seen during our drive through the city, Belfast was in flux. It straddled the line between modernity and old world charm. My room may not
have been as big as the one in Canary Warf, but the canopy bed all but made up for it. Cozy and clean, two of my major criteria for a place to stay. My old apartment couldn’t have been much
bigger.
A pang of loneliness struck me. I missed the old one bedroom already, having called it home for most of my college life. Even so, the bout of homesickness couldn’t compete with the sunset
I witnessed. It set the calm water shimme
