Thirty-FourBy the time we arrived in Bourton, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. It took everything in me not to fall back to sleep as we drove through town. It had been an exciting yet draining weekend, and I was sad to leave London and my new friends. I promised to stay in touch before my holiday ended and I returned home. Home – it seemed like being there was a dream. If it weren't for my mother and my dear friends, there would be no returning. In my mind, I was home.
My visit with Kate had affirmed my decision to help Aaron remember. However, I had no idea how that would unfold. It would take time, but there was only a month left of my vacation and a good part of it was on my own. Aaron and I weren't scheduled to meet again until the fourth of August, and it would only
