It is getting dark earlier and earlier and I worry.
I asked the kid if Bella knew we were talking and he said no.
She thinks he has an imaginary friend.
I think she wishes I was imaginary at this point.
Emmett is sitting next to me, fiddling with his worn shoelaces.
I reach into my pocket and pull out…
A self-charging flashlight.
"See…you just turn this crank and it will never run out of power."
The smile on that kid's face is blinding…
Even more blinding than the light he shines right in my eye.
I always make sure to leave before Bella rolls up the door.
I worry she might stop letting Emmett talk to me if she knew I was here.
Besides when I get to see her…
Those moments with him are the best part of my day.