Tuesday—Day 2
Tuesday—Day 2Cory nearly slept in the following morning, thanks to the boarded-up window blacking out his bedroom and preventing the light from waking him. He automatically reached out his arm for Nadia. It was force of habit; he wondered when he"d stop doing that.
He"d been up late waiting for the glazing team to arrive. They were as reluctant to be out so late as he was to be there waiting for them to finish the job. But there was no way he was leaving it wide open. The landlord said he"d get it fixed properly the next day.
It was six o"clock. The moment Cory opened the door of his small bedroom, the dim, early-morning light spilled in from the rest of the apartment, revealing a lovely day, the complete opposite of the torrential rain the night before. Any town with wate
