Chapter 7

Eight hours later, at London Heathrow Airport. I pushed my suitcases out of the arrival gate, and at a glance, I saw the crowd in the waiting area. A blonde, blue-eyed volunteer was holding up a huge sign, written in black marker: "Welcome, Wren Harper" Seeing me, she immediately came forward warmly and took my heavy luggage. "Wren, are you tired? We'll take you to your dorm right now. Your single room is all set up." I looked at that sign with my name written so neatly. My eyes suddenly...