Setting: Some place in Wales, I dunno what I'm talking about
A stroll and a talk and breakfast and a girlfriend, that's what I needed right now. I was scared and I was torn and I was nervous, but I had a friend and that was good. I had a friend who wasn't my father-in-law and my husband and my baby and especially Dylan. I had a lady friend who I could talk to and have a laugh with and all would be well, if even for a moment.
So I went to Wales. I got the directions to Hestia's little home and wandered through the town early in the morning, just to give myself some time. Along the way I held my stomach, out of habit, and looked at my palm to see if I was headed vaguely in the right direction. "Heeeeestia?" I called out softly. As if that would help her find me.