It no longer hurt me as much as before to be certain that, very likely, I would never see him again.
Driven by that good mood, on Thursday I devoted myself to writing.
Luke and Kaylee left early for the station, to their work (she insisted on going, although in her condition she should already have stayed home to rest and prepare for childbirth), so they left me in the house until lunchtime; I tried to do my part and cook for everyone, as a way of repaying them for the kindness of allowing me to live in their home for a few days.
I was very motivated—but not so much about the story I had to finish for publication, but about another idea that was circling in my head. I ignored everything else and, in a new document, I began with that. Mid-morning I decided to take a break, so I prepared
