She found him yet again wandering through the station.
At least he looked embarrassed. “A station at night is beautiful,” he said. “Calming. So few people, but the dedication of an empty temple. Victorian railway stations are one of three British contributions to world civilisation.”
Alice followed his gaze to the great glass roof and shared the awe. Her hand crept into his.
“Arrivals and departures. When I was a boy, smoke billowed under that canopy, like mist on the hills.”
Alice squeezed his hand. “You’re good at comings and goings – it’s just the stays that trouble you.”
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