Honey

More time passed.

Soon, it wasn’t autumn anymore. The leaves fell from the trees and it got cooler and cooler. I was going back to school for the winter semester to catch up and get back on track for my degree.

Even then, I couldn’t distract myself away from thinking of my men. I missed them. Waiting for a sign that they were safe. That they’d come back to me. I’d look up new stories about Lozano Wine and Co. to get some indication of what was ...