Countdown to Goodbye
To make up for it, he turned back and repeated a promise.
"I'll definitely go to the old house to see you tomorrow."
The next day, he broke his promise anyway.
I sat on the couch in the old house, looking at my phone.
Twelve hours left.
A local news alert popped up. Kayla had appeared at a new project launch, with Lawrence standing behind her.
Thinking about the promise he had made yesterday, I let out a self-deprecating smile. If he knew these were the last 12 hours with me, would he still break his promise?