People flew in from all over the world to come see the gorgeous historic building while the residents of London used it as their primary place of worship. Nicola hadn’t been in London in years and the beautiful city struck her to her soul… or whatever was left of it. “So I guess it’s fair to say that your family is still Roman Catholic?” Nicola asked as she pulled her suede jacket closed and buttoned it up. She didn’t need the jacket since she couldn’t feel the cool November air around her like others did, but she needed to keep up appearances. Humans surrounded her in every direction and she didn’t need to draw attention by wearing a tank top in mid-November. Christian floated next to her and nodded at her question. He was staring at the cathedral with wide eyes. “I haven’t been here since…” “Since you died?” She guessed out loud. People who were walking passed paused to stare at her as if she was insane, but she ignored them. “Precisely.” Christian breathed out in wonder.
