All for her.
She so desperately wanted to see the inn. So desperately wanted to free me from the tyranny of my memories. And even though at every step my pace slowed, I would do this for her. Perhaps for myself, too, who knows: but most assuredly, given her excited eyes and the thrilled grip of her hand on mine, for her.
Every step that took us further and further from our hotel filled me with greater and greater reluctance. In my mind I told Lucy we should turn back; I told myself to keep going.
Until there, before us...