The Rightest Wrong

At the last stretch of road for home was when I realized that I never got to fulfill Adalia's request of going swimming after.

After everything that's happened, after the hurricane of revelations at the police station had billowed through and ravaged my thoughts to ruin, it sorta got buried and forgotten beneath endless piles of aftermath rubble and debris.

In hindsight, It was quite obvious from the get-go that swimming was just an excuse, tagging along to the police station was also just an excuse. In actuality, I'm sure she just wanted a reason to spend time with me, and as conceited as I sound thinking that, there was just no other explanation.

Alas, in the end, that reason was abruptly cut short, and we were heading home.

As we disembarked on our stop, and walked the rest of the way, I half-expected her to bring it up any second now. But all the way from the bus stop to the front porch, she didn't utter to me a single word.