Cameroon sat at the passenger seat of his BMW. His brother, Austin was driving. Austin’s girlfriend was at the back of the vehicle. The car was dead silent. Austin was the first to speak. “maybe we should find somewhere else.” Austin looked into the mirror so he could catch his girlfriend’s eye. She noticed and looked up to him. “where are you thinking?” she asked. “anywhere I guess. It will be difficult to find a good place on such short notice. Do you think you could find something nice with your phone? Maybe check online?” “Sure babe.” She responded as she pulled out her phone. Cameroon finally spoke. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to go home.” “Nope, buddy. We agreed. We’re spending tonight together.” “I am not hungry anymore.” Cameroon objected. “fine. Let’s go to a bar then. You aren’t spending tonight alone.” Austin stated with authority. “what are you now? Dad?

After a long eventful night, Austin dropped Cameroon off at his house. Cameroon said goodbye and walked into his empty house. As he approached the stairs, he didn’t feel the emptiness that usually accompanied him whenever he came home. On this particular night, he felt at ease. Peaceful even. He walked into his house and fell on his couch immediately. He didn’t turn on his lights. He picked up his phone and dropped it back so many times. Like he had done since he left the hospital. He was waiting for her call. And it didn’t come. He gave himself a light smack on his head. How stupid he had been. How stupid. He should have taken her number instead. What was he thinking? Why did he ask her to call him? He smacked himself again. How stupid he had been. As he lay in the dark, he tried to remember where he had known her. And why he had been so drawn to her. He searched his head, he hadn’t even gotten her name. He felt stupid. Why did he fee

Cameroon’s heart raced as he heard her voice. And her name. Elena. How appropriate. There was a long pause. None of them said anything. They simply listened to each other’s breathing. His own, deeper than hers.Elena was the first to break the silence.“hi.” She said one word. One word that held the deepest emotions that any human could ever convey. And he felt it too. The connection.Cameroon ran his hands across his hair.“hi.” He responded.Another silence followed.He connected the call to the speakers in his car. By the time she spoke again, her voice traveled around the car.“what are you up to?” Elena asked him.“I’m sitting in my car. Was going to take a drive to my lawyer’s office.” He replied.“lawyer. Do you want to share?” Elena inquired. “sure. “Cameroon said. He wanted to share with her. Tell her everything that was going on. He had the urge to spill it all. Not hold back. But he didn’t want to do that over the phone. He wante

Elena sat by the door of her bedroom. Her back to it. she had her knees curled up and her head buried into them. She cried. She had not seen that reaction coming. Not after they had made such passionate love-making to one another. For minutes she sat and cried. Not loud cries but soft gentle deep tears. She heard Susan come up to the door. Heard her ask “honey. Are you okay/ would you like me to come in? or do you need a minute?” Elena didn’t respond. She pressed her back against the door and when Susan tried to open it, she was met with some sort of resistance so she didn’t bother. For the first time since she traveled back in time, Elena missed her home. The future. She allowed herself to think of her sisters, her mother, and her best friend, Cheryl. Elena opened the door to the memories. A door she had shut. And as she opened up to them, the memories and the emotions they held flooded her head. She couldn’t place it. She was sure he felt the same w

After lunch, Elena sat with her parents for a while. They were out in the deck and taking in some sun. She had put on a generous amount of sunscreen and so was enjoying the leisure with a bottle of water.She was considering her next steps. How she was going to help Cameroon get out of jail. Because she knew he was innocent. Even though she had been upset earlier when he pushed her away, she was now a bit calmer. Maybe he was holding back. Maybe he was scared or whatever. She didn't know why but it didn’t hurt as much anymore. But still, she missed him. every second away from him was pain. Raw pain. Especially after he had buried himself inside her. she could still feel him, his touch, his smell. She pressed her legs together.And tried to push the thought away. Then her phone started to ring. It rang and rang and rang. But Elena did not pick up. Not because she didn’t want to but because she wasn’t with her phone. She had left her phone in her bedroom.So Cameroon