June's Point of View
After lunch I came back to Cy's house and waited like before. My eyes tracing the clock hands as they move. Miller never left my side, he continued with his failed attempts to pick a fight with me. He tried to talk to me but most of the time I tuned him out, my eyes never leaving the clock. Eventually he went silent and started staring at the clock just like me. One, two and then three hours passed away as we sat on the couch and stared at the grandfather clock as if that was the most fascinating thing on this earth.
It was 6 in the evening when I heard the front door opening. I felt his presence first, then his scent. He enters the house and his eyes falls on me first. I search his face, the bags under his eyes giving away hints of a sleepless night and his face voi
