It had been raining since yesterday, gloom veiling the sky and the living room. I could smell the rain seep through the walls and the blanket of clouds in the place of my roof. I was reading my Physics textbook while waiting for a knock on the door, or a phone call. Today was the day we were going to the pool Caspian told me about. I had no idea what to expect.
My focus was on neither the doorbell nor my textbook, but I reminisced the amazing morning I had. I had fallen asleep watching dad make the rings last night, and I had the craziest visions admiring his work. When a clap of thunder woke me up, I was still on the chair at his table with a blanket draped over me. Dad wasn’t in the room.
A smile snagged on my lips, and I flipped a page. I felt like I’d gotten closer to him, and he was
