“I’m exhausted,” I declared. My feet throbbed, so I toed off my sneakers and flexed my arches. Mom laughed. “And it’s hasn’t even been a full day.” She dropped her shopping bags onto the floor in front of her bed and sat down on the edge, legs dangling. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, though.” I paused. “Me too. Thanks.” After meeting her and Dad for lunch, the three of us had spent the afternoon enjoying the sights of Edinburgh. Walking and walking and walking, mingled with a bit of shopping. I’d finally found the perfect gift for Corinne—nothing like last-minute. But when I’d seen the silky tartan-patterned scarf wrapped around a mannequin’s neck, I knew it was perfect for her. “I need a coffee,” Dad said as he moved away from his computer. “Anyone else want one?” Mom looked at her watch. “We’re heading to dinner soon. Like, in twenty minutes or so.”
