Waiting Outside St. John’s Wood: A Summer of Hope in London

to justify.

She listened, but she didn’t immediately soften.

It was clear that she took her role seriously. In her mind, she wasn’t just a child standing at a gate—she was a protector, a first line of defense against anything that might disturb the peace of her home.

And in a way, that made perfect sense.

From her perspective, we were strangers. No amount continue reading …