Chapter 97 Fraying Lines
- Ardal
- Julia and I lie atop the bed of my studio apartment, perusing my laptop in a flurry of desire as we craft a plan for our long-awaited travels. With each click and keystroke, this fantasy becomes a tangible reality - or at least as close to it as we can get.
- "What if we took the train," she muses, hastily bringing up the Amtrak homepage.