If I'm not back within a week, it can't be done. He felt hot tears well up in his eyes. He ground his fists into them, trying to push the pain back inside. Annie, the week's over. I can't hold it together anymore.
Tonight has to be the night.
He felt the icy wind cut through his cotton jacket. I'd better bundle up if I'm going to spend the night here. He lay his head against the granite slab, trying to make contact. He fingered the sharply cut edges of her name. Slamming into a fencepost, his forehead was intimately introduced to the top of the steering wheel, snapping him out of his reverie.