ROSIE

The air seemed so much lighter when we pulled back into crenham, still in the dick sprayed car. We were all loving life as we unloaded the cases and went upstairs to the apartment. Peter was smiling at Lola, as though some kind of cloud had been lifted, and it was great to see.

“We’ll do it again,” Julian said as he brought the coffees out from the kitchen. “Maybe we could head to the coast next time? A paddle in the sea. Ice creams. Perfection.”

“That would be epic.” Lola grinned. “We’d have to get buckets and spades.”

Julian laughed. “Yes. Although I have to say I’m not...