I promised myself many years ago that I would never set foot in London again. I promised. Adam promised. I said I wouldn't. He said I would never have to. Yet here we are again, and life has become quite surreal. This is us, a good few years later, older and wiser with more baggage than the baggage belt at Heathrow. And now it is Christmas and Adam is working too much and I have far too much time to think about things that shouldn't matter. Or maybe they should?717 miles Christmas is a short novella to follow on from 717 miles, the novel, and should not be read as a standalone.
