Olivia

The British Museum was magnificent, an imposing neoclassical building that radiated centuries of history. Geoffrey dropped us at the entrance, promising to return whenever we needed him.

"This place is massive," I breathed, craning my neck to take in the columned facade. "How are we supposed to see everything?"

"We're not," Alexander said, his hand finding the small of my back as we climbed the steps. "Not in one visit. We'll focus on what interests ...