Ola arrived at Lydia’s  home town midmorning. She dragged her luggage along the road leading to the small house. 

She had never been to such a small and rustic town before. 

She breathed in the unpolluted air. The strawberry fields stretched endlessly and reached the horizon.

“Ola!”

The voice was unmistakable. Ola turned just in time to receive an armful of Lydia. The broader frame collided against hers. 

A rumbling laugh buzzed against her chest. Ola smiled until her eyes turned into crescents and her vision blurred.

“I missed you,” Ola breathed softly against Lydia’s neck. Her arms wrapped tightly around her friend.

“I missed you more!” Lydia erupted into...