My office's brand new policy of our birthdays as paid holidays came at a brilliant time for this May-baby. I had yesterday off, and I slept until 10:30 a.m. and did some joyful, quiet errand-running while feeling the sun on my translucent winter skin. The afternoon found me assembling a shelf in our new dubiously-furnished apartment when I heard the bright chirp of a car being locked outside.
My heart caught in my chest. Nick's home!
And then I thought, it's too early to be Nick.
And then I thought, wait, Nick's car doesn't do that.