I Love You Still
Rich had been across the Illinois border for about an hour. The tank was low. His vision was half focused. He was so tired it was physically painful. He hadn’t eaten all day. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was getting home. He almost forgot what home looked like-what it felt like and what it smelled like. Laura was a different story. He hadn’t forgotten what she felt like. Two months and three days, and he still knew every nook.