RIVER

My eyes roam the street as my legs purposely slow down; I glance around as I realise we might as well be lost. 

“...and that is why…” 

“Taylor,” I cut off his tale, which we had been so immersed in that we hadn’t realised how far we had wandered. 

“Sweetheart?” His tone was slow and deliberate. When I turned to him, it was obvious he had already figured it out on his own – we were lost. 

“Are we lost?” I couldn't believe those words were out of my mouth. ...