After the storm had passed, Harrison kept staring at me.
I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and reached up to cover his eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He pulled my hand down, his smile faint.
He said, "Sarah, I had a dream a few days ago."
"What dream?"
"You were holding a little girl. She looked a lot like you."
"Not like you? They say daughters look more like their fathers."
He looked away. "Probably like me too, but I couldn't see clearly in the dream."
"Sarah, I'll be abroad for a while. Not sure how long. When I get back, I'll come find you, okay?"
"Yeah."
Four months after Harrison left, I was invited by my platform to an awards ceremony in Skyview Heights.
I went to the mall a day early to buy a dress. When I came out, I saw a silhouette in the distance th
