Malcolm sat in his car, not knowing where he was to go, what he was to do.
Two years and two days ago, he’d left his house and went to explore his world.
He’d explained it all to Lizzie. He told her that he wasn’t leaving her, he was going to find himself.
He thought she understood. Thought she appreciated that he needed space, time, away from his life. He had ‘found’ himself.
And now that he did…
Now that he’d found himself and come ‘home’, his house was gone, Lizzie was gone.
He hadn’t a clue where to go, what to do