JANE
We left for the apartment that Dad owned. Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, I looked out of the window eagerly to watch the familiar streets and shops leading to our home.
It had snowed a little last night, as I could see patches of snow on the streets. We crossed Times Square and I rested my head on the window pane as the area I was familiar with since my childhood began.
The ice-cream shop that was my favourite came into view and I jumped in my seat with excitement.
"Stop!" I shouted, looking at the shop, and my eyes caught sight of the closed sign on its door. My shoulders deflated, and the excitement waned.
"What happened?" he asked, but was already turning the car towards the parking area.
"That ice-cream shop. Leave it. It's closed."
"Ice-cream? In this weather?"
I nodded as the sadness settled in my chest and looked at my lap.
"Okay. Look at me." The car stopped and looked up at him.
