With a rough but solid plan now set, Don felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew executing it wouldn't be easy, but having a plan lessened the worry he felt.
He moved the two sheets of paper away from his face before folding them neatly until they could fit in the palm of his hand.
While they were like this, he placed them into the drawer, at the very bottom of a rim of paper. 'Not the best hiding place, but I can't really trust keeping things digitally for now.'
Now that he was done writing, Don walked toward the window and peeked through a small space to see what was happening in the backyard. But it was still just Summer and her friend, talking about the same topic until now.