The bed felt cavernous without him. I could still smell the faint trace of his aftershave on his pillow, and that made it worse, like he was there and yet not at all.
Doubt clawed at me. Maybe he regretted staying with me after the accident. Maybe sleeping beside a woman who couldn’t move her legs, who sometimes needed help just turning over, had finally worn him down. I’d always feared I was a burden, and now it felt like those fears were being confirmed.
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