Wednesday night was a bust. If I didn’t stick with Mom’s routine with the lottery, she would’ve demanded to know what could be more important. Fisher was sweet and understanding about it, but it was still tough. Especially when I went to bed and found a video message from him wishing me good night.
Thursday night, he was the one to bow out. His text begged me to forgive him, but he had an emergency come up at work and he couldn’t get out of it. I tried tooling around online to distract myself when watching TV with my parents didn’t work, but I gave up at nine and called it an early night.
At midnight, my phone beeped.
I woke up at once, but fell back asleep almost right away. My dreams had been too good to ignore. It was the second reminder beep that went off two minutes later that fina
