It might have been any other morning if not for the butterflies in my stomach. The room was as cheap as they come, but cleaner than most.
I did a few searches on the laptop as Gary organized the gear.
A knock on the door announced our breakfast had arrived. It’d wait for a few minuets as I did some last-minute arrangements.
Loose ends tied up, I looked at the two heaping plates of food sitting on the ancient, warped plastic tray.
It was very possible that this would be our last good meal in weeks, possibly ever.
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