The Space Between
The true story of turning our Fantasy into Reality
I was going to be late. And it was all his fault, droning on and on about something no one seemed very interested in. It took all my composure not to interrupt him to get things moving, trying to look like I was paying attention while I saw the minutes tick down. I tried distracting myself, but I had left my laptop in the office. Instead, I found myself thinking about him, a few miles south of me. Probably wondering if I...