"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." — Edgar Allan Poe
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"I saw your missed call," Jeremy said at the first pick.
Ben couldn't explain it, but he felt a faint frost in Jeremy's voice. Did something happen? He wondered.
"Are you okay?" he couldn't help but question him.
"Why do you ask?"
That was strange. Ben couldn't explain it but there was this sudden distance between them - it was almost as If they were back to square one.
"You just sound off," Ben said.
"Well, today's Claire's candle night vigil and I'm feeling a bit nostalgic," He sniffed.
Has he been crying? Perhaps, he had stumbled upon a photo or memory of Claire and the guilt is killing him.
