The last two days were a blur. Mom was everywhere. She and Vaughan spent hours in several offices, signing papers and talking to school heads and people that mattered about my transfer. Every time I walked into a room seeking a minute with Vaughan, I always caught them talking. It felt like the universe didn't want us to be together again until I left.
Finally, it was the night before I had to leave. My bags were already by the front door. The house felt too quiet. I couldn't breathe in my room; my mind wandered. Sleep was very far away from me. So, I stood up from the bed and made the long stroll to Vaughan's office.
As I walked into the underground part of the house, the entrance door was cracked open. And I saw him. Vaughan.
He was sitting at his desk, eyes on his laptop. He looked t
