Night fell over Camberwell once again, and the streetlamps were beginning to be lit as James began his normal patrol.

Having felt reinvigorated from his almost full kiss with Edwin the night before, James finally had a good day’s sleep. The best he had since he was a boy. He walked the streets with an energy that he had forgotten he possessed.

“I wish tonight was Mrs. Porter’s dinner party… I want to see him,” he said softly to himself as he continued ...