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Megan packed her suitcase, filled with a sense of joy in anticipation of the trip. Despite feeling sad about leaving Derek for five days, especially since their maximum separation over the past three months was no more than 24 hours, it did not overshadow the upcoming meeting with her mom, whom she’s missed so much. She was eager to be among the crowd and immerse herself in the life of the capital.

Warren and Glenn accompanied her to the station. The journey to Edinburgh took seven hours, but time flew by unnoticed. She admired the spectacular views from the train window. The landscapes were stunning in their diversity, changing one after another. Part of the route passed along the North Sea, with its magnificent sandy beaches and mountains, dotted with pink heather. Only in the north of Scotland can one see fairy-tale pink mountains, beautiful valleys with rivers and streams, pastures, and flocks of sheep that provide wool is to produce national clothing and accessories. It was impossible to get tired of the scenery. Love for these lands and for Derek filled Megan's heart. After their conversation a few days ago, she decided to stay at Castle Mal for another two months. She hoped that something would really change and there would be some certainty for the future. She also looked forward to meeting her mom, remembering their life in London, working at the restaurant, their joint vacations… Why had she never been interested in the reason behind her mom's argument with her grandfather? Why hadn't he forgiven her even before his death? Why was her mom so categorically refusing to come to the house where she was born and raised? So many «whys» swirled in her head. Well, perhaps it was time to uncover the family secret. Her mom promised to tell her everything. With these thoughts, lulled by the monotonous rumbling of the wheels, the girl dozed off.