Fiona’s POV

I woke up with a splash of the same emotions I went to bed with last night.

Sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin, golden lines, resting gently on the edge of my bed. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, replaying the previous night in my head.

A soft, unfamiliar warmth lived in my chest but my phone rang, breaking the silence and I jerked.

It was Mum.

I smiled and answered.

“My baby, are you enjoying your stay in London?" she asked after the pleasantries. ...