Sunday. Or whatever. Doesn't matter. It's just... quiet. Too quiet maybe. Like the whole world is holding its breath. Waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Or maybe nothing will happen. Maybe this is it. The stillness. The quiet after the storm. But what if the storm comes back? What if it's always coming back? I need to stop thinking like that. Scout's sleeping at my feet she looks so peaceful. Should just focus on that. On the small, good things. The things that are here, now. Not the what-ifs. Not the maybes. Just... this.