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The sound of rain is a familiar one. Drops fall lightly against the window, dispersing the lights of the city, as the tires of the car whisper as they cut through puddles on the road. It's easy for troubles to fade away in the midst of all the sounds and colors — easy to ignore the backdrop of the ride, and the fact that Effy Stonem is heading towards jail, where she'll have at least a few months with her thoughts for company. There are no cuffs around her wrists. No officer hovering, breathing down her neck. It's a remarkably distant and private trip, because Effy Stonem is resolute, ready to pay the price of a few months' worth of skirting the rules.
She only regrets that now, she won't be there for Naomi. But that's why Emily's here, isn't it?
It should be their time.
Effy smiles as she stares out the window, letting herself lean against the door and watching the city vanish behind her. For all the turmoil of the past few years, there's never a feeling quite as satisfying as putting an arse in the right place. She's come out on top of heartbreak before. She can do it again.
The movement of the car lulls Effy into a light sleep, and by the time she opens her eyes again, the sky overhead is painted soft pinks and purples with the rising sun. She frowns at the sight; she's pretty sure that the jail wasn't supposed to be so far away. The driver of the vehicle has also changed, no longer the man in uniform that she remembers from when she initially climbed in.
"Excuse me," she says quietly, careful not to lean forward in case the movement comes across as threatening. "How much longer until we arrive at our destination?"
"Oh, we're almost there," a cheery woman chirps back. "Glad you're awake now though; it was getting too quiet in here." The driver flicks on the radio, which plays some unfamiliar pop music.
Brow still furrowed, Effy leans to look out the window. The rain has stopped, and the high rises of downtown London seem far removed, replaced with rolling hills and sprawling forests. Her eyes widen, trying to place when exactly she's seen this path exactly, achingly familiar as her pulse hastens.
"You should be getting your receipt in your inbox," the driver explains as they come to a stop, pressing a button to unlock all of the doors. "And an option to leave a rating, if you like. Five stars helps keep me in business, you know."
Effy barely hears the last sentence, scrambling out of the backseat, her purse spilling onto the ground and long forgotten. She can feel her chest tighten, her breath restrict as she rushes towards the front door of the house they've stopped at, hair whipping in the wind as she knocks hastily against the wood.
If this is a dream, she needs to make the most of it.
She only regrets that now, she won't be there for Naomi. But that's why Emily's here, isn't it?
It should be their time.
Effy smiles as she stares out the window, letting herself lean against the door and watching the city vanish behind her. For all the turmoil of the past few years, there's never a feeling quite as satisfying as putting an arse in the right place. She's come out on top of heartbreak before. She can do it again.
The movement of the car lulls Effy into a light sleep, and by the time she opens her eyes again, the sky overhead is painted soft pinks and purples with the rising sun. She frowns at the sight; she's pretty sure that the jail wasn't supposed to be so far away. The driver of the vehicle has also changed, no longer the man in uniform that she remembers from when she initially climbed in.
"Excuse me," she says quietly, careful not to lean forward in case the movement comes across as threatening. "How much longer until we arrive at our destination?"
"Oh, we're almost there," a cheery woman chirps back. "Glad you're awake now though; it was getting too quiet in here." The driver flicks on the radio, which plays some unfamiliar pop music.
Brow still furrowed, Effy leans to look out the window. The rain has stopped, and the high rises of downtown London seem far removed, replaced with rolling hills and sprawling forests. Her eyes widen, trying to place when exactly she's seen this path exactly, achingly familiar as her pulse hastens.
"You should be getting your receipt in your inbox," the driver explains as they come to a stop, pressing a button to unlock all of the doors. "And an option to leave a rating, if you like. Five stars helps keep me in business, you know."
Effy barely hears the last sentence, scrambling out of the backseat, her purse spilling onto the ground and long forgotten. She can feel her chest tighten, her breath restrict as she rushes towards the front door of the house they've stopped at, hair whipping in the wind as she knocks hastily against the wood.
If this is a dream, she needs to make the most of it.