The first-class seat was ridiculously comfortable - wide, reclining, with a little private pod-like space that almost felt like a tiny room. Jake sat right beside me in the next one, close enough that I could even hear him breathing but far enough to give me space. The flight to London felt both too short and endless at the same time.

I kept replaying the goodbye at the airport - Olga's tight hug that turned into both of us crying, her promising to visit soon, Dew making ridiculous jokes to keep things light, Hanna and Ben waving like maniacs.

The more I thought about it, the emptier my chest felt....