God, I'm tired. Yesterday was an exhausting day, both emotionally and physically. Bright light streams into the room, blinding me as I open my eyes. Rolling over, I go to put my arm around Josh, and he isn't there. Why isn't Josh in bed? Opening my eyes a little more, I try to focus on the clock. It's ten in the morning. I can't believe I slept in this late. Crawling out of bed, I drag myself to the shower, hoping the hot water will help wake me up.

After getting dressed, I go downstairs and see Josh sitting at the table with a pad of paper and a pen,...