“Why did you both sign up for this race?” I asked.
Laura looked surprised.
“Daniel suggested it.”
“When?”
“About six weeks ago.”
Six weeks.
By then, he’d already agreed to participate with me.
I remembered the two of us discussing our registration at home.
We’d talked about traveling to the event together.
He’d even laughed about whether he could keep pace with me.
Yet he’d apparently arranged a completely different plan with Laura.
“He ordered our matching shirts,” she added quietly.
I looked at Daniel.
“You ordered them?”
He nodded.
I glanced at the words across his chest.
TEAM D & L.
He had planned all of it.
The shirts.
The race.
The finish line.
Even the timing.
Then Daniel said something that revealed just how carefully he’d arranged the morning.
“I thought you’d finish earlier.”
I went still.
“What?”
He looked as though he wished he could take the words back.
