POV: Lewis | Location: Edinburgh → London
He booked the flight at three-oh-seven from the Marchmont sitting room.
Last seat on the Edinburgh-London six PM. He confirmed it while Rose still had his finger and Claire was explaining the veterinary clinic's triage system to no one in particular and Yessica was on her phone with Fiona Park.
He didn't want to go.
That was new information. Not the going — he'd been on planes to London his entire adult life. The not wanting to. The specific awareness of a sitting room in Edinburgh on a Sunday afternoon that he was about to leave and the weight of that being different from any other departure he could remember.
He noted it. Didn't translate it. Put it in his pocket and called Marcus.
"I saw the Fiona message," Marcus said. "I'm already pullin
