Special delivery day.

No fog, just sun.

The gift of a few extra minutes, though he is missed.

I didn’t expect anything different.

Lies.

I tell her the day has gone by so quickly, too quickly. I’ve been counting too much time.

Hot.

We have come to the same conclusion: they aren’t worth the stress.

A wave of nervousness washing over me. Where has the confidence gone?

Now or never.