Waking the next day, I stared at the space where the picture of us taken on Jasmine’s 30th birthday party still sat, with no answers. Sighing, I got up and began my new life.
Wearing an expression of ‘don’t start none, won’t be none,’ I got through the day without any incident. I limited my conversations to as-needed basis and spent my lunch hour sitting in my car. I didn’t have an appetite and I knew any shopping would end badly for my bank account.
Thanks to the threat of a hint of snow, shoppers trying to get that last loaf of bread, milk, and/or condoms to help pass the storm, packed the road. As I maneuvered my car along the downtown streets, my phone rang. Since I was channeling Lt. Uhura from Star Trek, I hit the Bluetooth and said hello.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Twenty-four hours later an
