It's been two days.
They went by so fast for him. It was a blur for him. But that's ok. He had lots of fun with Zoey for those two days. The nights…. Less fun. He was incredibly stressed over her having another nightmare. And unfortunately for both of them, she did. He still doesn't know what to do about them. But, he won't have to deal with that any longer. It's the third day, and the adoption center is supposed to call him, and he’s supposed to finally hand her over to them. He spent his whole morning, from about six am to eight, waiting for that call, getting more and more nervous about what it would entail. At this point, he sort of doesn’t want to let her go. If he does, he’ll be all alone again. And as selfish as it is, he really doesn’t want that.
Finally, the call came. It was incredibly short and sweet. The lady at the other end just said “please bring the child as soon as possible. Thank you, and see you soon.” he was expecting someth