Marsha’s Reviews > The Thorn Queen > Status Update

I clutch the flower to my chest. It's the first comfort I've had, in this hole at the center of the earth. No, not the earth, I remind myself. England will be forever out of reach to me.
It's funny that the thought of rainy afternoons, a warm cup of tea, the Thames winding through the center of the city, is what finally makes me cry.
I'll never again see the Covent Garden arcade or the trees of Hyde Park.