Monday morning, Akira woke before the alarm. She looked in her dad’s empty room and felt sad for him, wondering how he was doing in jail. On the other hand, he put himself there by driving drunk twice. He was always lucky and never had any serious accidents and never hurt anyone.
Engrossed in making notes in the Oatmeal Chronicles about how her moods had been better with stress less, she thought she heard a tapping at the door. She ignored it, expecting no one and dismissing it as coming from the neighbor, but after a while, her curiosity got to her. On the tiny porch of the condo stood an array of two dozen different colored carnations. Had to be from Jade. She opened the card with a Christmas scene with a snow-covered forest. Christmas was only a month away. She read the card.
Hey girl
