CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The next morning, George woke up with a smile on his face, determination in his veins and a spring in his step. He was going to go to see Sara and try and get her to forgive him one more time. This called for a stop at a florist to pick up a decent bunch of flowers. He sprang out of bed, flicked the switch on the coffee machine and went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He glided back into the bedroom and picked his coffee pod and put it in. He felt positive. Something told him today was going to be successful. It was that intuition he always had, it was back and he was going to act on it before it left him again.
Once ready, he checked the room, not really knowing what for as he patted his pockets to confirm he had everything on him that he needed. As he lef
