I sat waiting for hours, just like yesterday, and the day before, consoled only by the heat of the hearth and the occasional kisses from Max. This had to be the day. I couldn’t explain to my mother the hopeful premonition I awoke with; any attempt was met with a tearful scolding. But my optimism depleted at the demise of daylight, so I began walking to bed. Then the door swung open. My eyes met his. I threw myself into his arms. Then I woke up. Just like yesterday, and the day before.