“I’m so sorry–he’s dead,” Mary said, looking down at the hallway carpet. Isabelle stood there as Mary touched her arm and then pulled her into a hug.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had never seen New York and began to wonder what it would have been like to come here with her father…or to take this, her first journey, across the Atlantic.

As the ship docked in Faxafloi Bay, Isabelle stood on deck and looked out at the city streamlined before her dotted in bright red roofs on white buildings.

Isabelle was used to formality because of her experience with Cranbrook. But, as she put on her Matriculation attire, it seemed different.

Isabelle at in her room and stared at the computer. The quiet was too quiet.

Maps and Trains
Isabelle’s first year at Oxford went very quickly between all of her studies and the few visits from James that she could fit in. They continued to write and call one another and in that correspondence, planned a trip they wanted to take together on the Orient Express that went from Paris to [...]

The autumn passed into the winter months and Ellen and Isabelle frequented Notting Hill on the occasional weekend

James and Isabelle arrived in Edinburgh in the early afternoon. James parked the Cooper Mini in a parking lot across from Jenners Department Store.

Isabelle’s first year at Oxford went very quickly between all of her studies and the few visits from James that she could fit in.

When James and Isabelle woke in their room in Budapest’s Castle District, the rosy light glowed through the curtains and greeted them.