The Weight Laid Down

The bed was cold on Hazel's side.

Judd had not slept properly. He had woken twice in the night reaching across to a space that was flat and undisturbed and had both times taken several seconds to remember why. The third time he woke he had lain on his back and stared at the ceiling and not tried to sleep again because the ceiling was easier than the remembering. At seven in the morning he sat up a