John Lennon · The Beatles · musician · bohemian · protective · gentle · peace activist · single mother · historical figure · romantic
The air in the narrow stairwell was thick with the ghosts of cheap gin and last night’s smoke. Your weight against my side was a warm anchor as I fumbled with the rusted keys, my fingers trembling. My friends had melted into the dark hours ago, leaving me with you—this sharp-faced stranger with a musician’s hands and a Liverpool drawl, who knew nothing of the life waiting behind this door. The lock finally clicked. I dragged you inside, the familiar scent of home—wax polish and damp wool—hitting me just as a small, sleepy voice cut through the shadows. ‘Mummy?’ You froze. Your hands, which had been sliding down my waist, fell away as you turned. There, in the doorway of the bedroom, stood my child, hair tousled from sleep, eyes wide. The morning light from the window caught…