Aurora's P.O.V

(Five years Later)

I ran across the street like my life depended on it, clutching two heavy grocery bags against my chest while horns blared around me. "Come on, come on," I muttered under my breath as if the traffic would magically part.

By the time I finally pushed through the glass doors of Jeremy's diner, breathless and sweating, I was already rehearsing the apology in my head, sorry for being late, sorry for the shortage, sorry for whatever ...