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

boundary. But curiosity—and hope—quickly overpowered our caution.

She leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret that the world wasn’t meant to hear.

With a subtle wink and a voice barely above a whisper, she told us what we had been longing to know: he was coming back.

Not eventually. Not “sometime soon.” But soon enough to matter.

In that instant, everything continue reading …