Forever You by Elizabeth Grey

Author:Elizabeth Grey
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781671526808
Publisher: Snowflake Publishing
Published: 2019-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

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WHEELING MY SUITCASE BEHIND ME, I step out of Copenhagen airport and into brilliant sunshine. I left London with a smile on my face, and that smile grew wider and wider as the plane came into land. I swear I haven’t felt this excited since Christmas 1988. That was the year my Uncle John bought me a model Millennium Falcon and spent the whole of Boxing Day making it with me. My chest clenches at the bittersweet memory. I don’t think I have any happy memories from my childhood that haven’t been completely destroyed by my father. Uncle John, the crazy half-brother of my mum, was a free-thinking anarchist who blew his inheritance on bad investments and a lavish lifestyle. My dad thoroughly despised him and everything he stood for. After my mother died, I never saw Uncle John again and I spent the ensuing years hating him for abandoning me. Now, for the first time in my life, I can see my dad must have forced his hand. He couldn’t have had a choice.

I haven’t told Freja I’m coming today. She’s essentially a mutant with telepathic superpowers, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide my surprise visit from her during our nightly phone convo. I told her I was entertaining prospective clients last night and couldn’t call. A big part of me hated doing that, but Freja can not only read my mind by looking at my face – she can also read my mind by listening to the tone of my voice. I found this out a couple of weeks ago when she guessed I’d had a bruising argument with Griff from the way I said just three words – I miss you – into the phone. Yep, no way was I going to risk calling her last night.

I jump in a taxi and hand the driver Freja’s dad’s extremely long and totally unpronounceable address. This is my first time in Copenhagen, and my first visit to Denmark. As the taxi heads into the pocket-sized city, I look out of the window at the clean, tree-lined streets and pretty fairy-tale buildings. There are bicycles everywhere, far more than you’d see on the streets of London. On the right side of the taxi, a whole low-speed lane of the road has been assigned to bike riders, and a virtual procession follows alongside us, snaking around bends and rolling over the stone bridges that cross the roads and canals.

After twenty minutes, we turn onto a narrower road with a stretch of canal on one side and a fence scrawled with brightly coloured graffiti on the other. Freja told me that her father moved to Christiania, a hippie “free town”, after she left home for university. It had always been his dream to live here and Freja said he’s so happy that he could give a “masterclass in hygge.” I’m not entirely sure what this “hygge” thing is, but I know it involves coffee, blankets, candles and great times with good friends, so there isn’t much not to like.

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