The narrator hears a familiar voice that triggers memories and emotions from her past relationship with Creed Sullivan. She had struggled to move on from him and the death of his sister Cora. The Sullivans had been an important part of her summers in New England. She returned because of her lingering feelings of loss, but hadn't expected to see Creed again or in the way that she did.
3. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
8. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
13. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
18. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
23. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
28. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
33. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
38. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
43. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
48. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.
53. About Tomorrow...I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and
deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my
stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly
deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to
help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect
he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would
forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of
him once again.I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him,
from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but
ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister,
Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep
down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I
hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.