Jessica
Callen, Beth, Leo, and I had just crossed the border into Scotland. We had driven up from London. We were going to get a flight or the train, but in the end, we decided to drive and make a little road trip out of it, making a few stops on the way.
“I have missed this place,” Callen said, “It has been a while since I was last here,”
“I miss it too,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
I was in the back with Callen, Leo and Beth in the front. We all took turns driving.
“Would you consider moving back?” he asks, stroking my hair.
“I plan on it, one day, maybe a few years,”
I missed home. Scotland was my most favourite place in the entire world. I only moved because of my job, and when I did, I sure was expecting to fall in love, get engaged and
