Caleb's POV

The drive across Denver felt different from Sunday.

I noticed it somewhere around the third traffic light, the way my hands were relaxed on the wheel, the way I wasn't running through reasons to turn around, wasn't rehearsing what to say or deciding how much to show.

I was just driving.

And somewhere between the facility and this restaurant I caught myself wondering what we'd talk about today, whether she'd tell me more about the years I missed, whether we'd finally start ...