One day until premonition.
I took the day off work so that I could spend all of my time with John, he managed to get the day off as well after I begged him to. I decided to take him on a hike through a local conservation area just past the train station that had a nice boardwalk weaving throughout, making for an easy trek. I refused to let go of his hand even as I was driving, trying to contain the emotions that were swelling up inside of me. Before we went walking on the boardwalk, I had to use the washroom in order to isolate myself so that I could cry. I was so heartbroken knowing that he was going to die, unsure of how to stop it from happening. I kept thinking over his death and how I could make a difference. Then it hit me – what if I didn't allow him to go to Lake Newberry? What if
