Carrie was almost there. She'd left Kimber's for home and she hadn't once faltered on the way back to New York. It'd been more than a week now since Carrie had fled. Coming home felt right, but it wasn't easy.
She wasn't burdened down by a bag. Carrie hadn't brought anything with her to London save her keys and her bike, which was now parked in its regular spot. The only thing she had on her was a folded envelope in the back pocket of her jeans. It contained a letter and a ring. It felt heavier than it should have.
It took five minutes. Carrie stood before her front door for five minutes before taking a very deep breath and surging forward. She put the key in the lock and slowly opened the door. Having not warned Dick that she was on her way back, she peeked in curiously before stepping inside. She wasn't sure if he would be there to greet her. She wasn't sure he'd want to greet her. But for better or worse, Carrie was home.