Noah’s been acting strange.
It’s the weekend, and Will’s been asking me about the picnic Noah half-jokingly promised earlier in the week, when we’re going, if it’s still happening. He looked so genuinely excited, bouncing around the kitchen with that spark in his eyes, that I actually started thinking, why not? Nobody really goes on picnics anymore, but maybe that’s exactly why we should.
I searched for a spot, something close by, something pretty. And I found it, a lush stretch of green just outside the city, with wide open fields and a small glistening lake tucked into one side. Even I felt a little giddy looking at the pictures. It seemed… perfect.
Now Will and I are stretched out on our stomachs across the living room rug, scrolling through the images together on my tablet. The late
