The next morning, I got up early, it was still dark outside. I hardly slept last night just thinking about the card. Thinking if what Connor said was true. I was staring at the ceiling and then I would stare at him. Watching him as he would sleep peacefully. But my mind was thinking about the card. I wanted to wake him up and ask about it that time of the early hours of the morning. But I forced myself to wait until the morning. He would probably be upset with me for waking him up just to ask about it.
I showered and got dressed. I waited in the kitchen for him. I'm sitting on the bar stool, going through my f*******:, taking a sip of my orange juice. I wasn't hungry. I miss going to work too. The sun started to rise and shine inside the lounge. After a while, I heard him approaching me
