Sigh. I'd made it all the way to 7:30, too.
First thing in my inbox this morning was a letter from Holly titled 'a year later'
Dear Aster, This afternoon is a year since I said goodbye...
Tyler says 'Wait, what day is it? That's not right.' But Holly was traveling, this was goodbye for her.
I hadn't thought to look for the day I said goodbye last. I hadn't really marked it. I remember fumbling around trying to figure it out for the police so they could put together a timeline. (It was Wednesday the 17th.) There was just a phonecall. I had high hopes.
Dear Aster, This afternoon is a year since I said goodbye...
Tyler says 'Wait, what day is it? That's not right.' But Holly was traveling, this was goodbye for her.
I hadn't thought to look for the day I said goodbye last. I hadn't really marked it. I remember fumbling around trying to figure it out for the police so they could put together a timeline. (It was Wednesday the 17th.) There was just a phonecall. I had high hopes.