The drive home was pretty quiet for both of us. We spent some time talking politics and current events, but most of the time we just played music and sang along with the songs we liked. Badly, I might add. It was a comfortable, companionable trip where neither of us felt the need to fill the hours with too much chitchat.
The closer we got to Los Angeles, though, the heavier my mood got. We hadn’t really talked much about the future between us other than vague “next time we should do this” sentences. They were meaningless really, and I knew it.
I found myself wishing I’d gotten more days off to take with him to Bodega Bay. I’d just used my regular days off, but I could have asked for a paid vacation day or two or even switched shifts with some other nurses. I wished I had. Now I was going
