Chapter 67 Wednesday

• Monday is gone. Tuesday is gone.
• Wednesday sneaks upon us like a thief. I’m the first one up in the house. I tiptoe to the door but the sound from Calum’s room stops me. He is playing his guitar. I listen for a few minutes, rocking myself back and forth. He’s strumming the chords to the song we will be singing later today. I want to think he’s doing it for me since I’m a tight ball of nerves. That we are fine. But I know better.
• The hour drags by. 5 am turns to 6 am. Time to prepare.