I didn't dream much that night. It wasn't until close to dawn that I thought I saw Cole. Like he was standing at the window, next to my bed, watching me. His face seemed especially sad in the gloom. I think I tried to ask him if he was okay, but I ended up just closing my eyes. When I woke up again, there was no one in the room. Yeah, that's what you get in the wee hours of the morning.
I was up pretty early. Warm sunlight was streaming into the room, and a nightingale was singing on a branch just outside the window. Such an atmosphere gave me a good feeling. Even a slight ache in my muscles and arm couldn't dampen the high spirits. I opened the window and breathed in the fresh, slightly cool air. It smelled like summer and flowers. Strange, even. It seemed like we hadn't traveled very fa
