Before I knew it, morning had already arrived. Millions and millions of miles away, you'd have some sort of leeway, but nope... the speed of sunlight ain't got time to take it slow, and when the crack began to bleed through the curtains, I had to literally rouse every fiber of morale within me to even make it out front the door and brave an entire morning of espresso-making and Nick yapping.
Amanda had left for home a little while before sunrise. Here and there, she did what little she could for the house on her own firm insistence, but hearing her moan and grumble with exhaustion at the mere task of mopping the floor had me dying on the inside that I just had to shove her out my doorstep before the guilt just outright kills me.
And the nerve of the girl, she even tried to take back her gift, attempting to swipe it from my hand, with a little ol' casual, "Welp, guess you won't really be needing this now."