48. Of dreams

As she got off the bus at Leanor street, Barlough, Emma felt as though she traveled back in time to her childhood. Despite the many new constructions and changes in the layout, the city of Barlough retained its originality and aura, making her feel like she had never left the place. It was the same bus stop that Emma stood at for years as a child, waiting to go to school. It was the same place where her father would drop her off before he set off for his day, and where her mother would pick her up at the end of hers.

As she looked back, she realized that she only had fond memories of this place. Only the end for them was bitter.

Tipping the conductor, Jamie came to stand behind her, entwining his fingers with hers. As she felt his familiar touch, she gave him a quick smile.

“This way?” She asked.

Nodding, he stepped ahead to lead the way. Jamie had already booked a hotel room for their stay here, and he made sure it was in the familiar part of the city for Emma. She couldn’t be mo