Rick

I sit at my desk and turn my chair towards my bay window. I enjoy the Los Angeles skyline as I listen to Winnie's voicemail. However, instead of saving the message, I listen to it again.

Winnie's distraught.

Am I a prick to feel hopeful?

I miss my sister.

Is this her breaking point? Has she reached her brick wall?

She and Mother are the most stubborn, strong-willed women I've met. Well, until I met Marty.

Now, I save the message and turn ...