Chapter Forty Three

Cassidy

I'm not sure why I'm acting so ungrateful when all I want to do is walk around London, see every sight it has to offer and revel in being somewhere other than my flat or work.

I've lived in the UK all my life, but we have never travelled to the capital. I was born and raised on a farm, covered in shit, mucking out the animals. I lived and breathed manure, livestock, and kill pens.

It wasn't until Derek's death that I decided to leave Yorkshire and my parents.

I always dreamed big and wanted out of the life I was born into, yet I never dared to chase my dreams.

I still lack the courage; the only reason I find myself here is the need to run when I was drowning in uncertainty.

I started a new life only because I couldn't face those that I left behind. And I haven't looked back once and haven't been home since. Not even around the holidays.

Sebastian walks beside me as we walk through the streets of London from the hotel. It doesn't take long to find the notorious streets