Teresa basked in the warmth of the sunset, giddy as a teenager on a date. Patrick had said he had a surprise for her. She couldn't wait.
But do you love me, Patrick? Do you really? Do you know what love means? Loving Patrick was like staring at the light at the end of a tunnel. It was there, she knew. How to get there was another matter entirely.
She wouldn't give up, though. The end was nigh. Quitting wasn't an option, especially since—
A grumbling noise brought Teresa back to earth. It was Patrick driving away.