Relief and warmth. She focuses on those feelings as she pushes eagerly the door of the diner – the bell jingles merrily above her head. It's a good day.
Henry – Henry called – Henry doesn't hate me.
Her eyes dart towards his favorite bench – she expects his welcoming smile, hazel eyes and a steaming cup of chocolate.
He's not there.
The sensation that comes next, she knows it all too well – it's hope crumbling under reality, a constant in her life. Oh, Henry.
She tries, asks Granny, Have you seen my son today?, but Granny shakes her head.
She dials David's number.