Laura
It was getting late, and I knew we needed to get back to New York.
“I think we better end this distraction and get in the car to head back. It’s a long drive,” I told Stephen.
He looked at his watch and sighed. “You’re right. I just don’t want this to end. I don't want to go back to reality.”
I put my arms around him and said, “I know; it was nice being in this bubble with you. But all good things must come to an end.”
“Yeah,” Stephen replied.
As we walked toward where the car would pick us up, the sky began to look glum.
“Oh, I hope it’s not going to rain,” I said to Stephen.
He looked at the sky and then asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Um, yeah, I guess.” I was confused by what he meant by that.
We reached the car, and Stephen told the driver something. The driver nodded and o
