On Saturday morning, Nicole woke up to a gorgeous day. She brewed some coffee, grabbed some cereal, then sat on the porch with Salem sprawled out on her lap. She glanced at her phone on several occasions, waiting for the time to speed up. Minutes never lasted as long as they did when she was waiting to see him. As the time of his arrival finally approached, she decided to head in to get ready. She took a quick shower and threw on her most comfortable pair of jean shorts and a tank top. She dried her long, brown hair and pulled it into a cute ponytail. And, last but not least, came the flip-flops. They were completely worn down and past their expiration date, but she wouldn’t give them up.
Nicole walked out to the shed in the back yard. The old door was still speckled with the remnants of
