There is always tomorrow

James returned to his room to find Cornelia sleeping on the bed with a tablet under her hand.

He exhaled helplessly. He thought that meeting with a lawyer will take no more than half an hour, but it dragged for more than two hours. There were so many documents to sign, and it took much longer than he thought it will. Again.

James kept the folder on the side table and pried the tablet from Cornelia's fingers, and then he sat on the edge of the bed and observed Cornelia's sleeping form. She was beautiful.

He regretted that they didn't have a date, and they didn't spend the day alone either. But on the other hand, she was now his beneficiary, and she had her identification documents in order, and those were important.

If James was a regular guy, none of those would be necessary, but the circumstances of his birth forced him to do many things that were not common for a person his age.