The clock struck 6:30. A half hour, a tortuous half hour. No mention of their first anniversary the last week or month, and yet noon the day of, Julia had texted him that his anniversary gift would be in their room at 6 pm flat.
 A sigh of disappointment escaping his lungs, Noah opened the envelope in his hand. He slipped out a card he picked out as the most adorable one for sale, opening it to reveal two tickets to her favourite musician in concert the next day.
 He had planned this out for mon...