Chapter 22

She was taking forever.

Dan lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tossed dramatically over his face, the other draped across the empty spot where Marcy used to be. Still warm. Still her. And he hated how much he already missed it.

He cracked an eye open, squinting toward the bathroom door.

Still closed, still quiet.

Maybe she was crying. Or maybe she just needed a second. He remembered how fragile