“I groggily climbed out of bed and let the rambunctious kittens out to meet their mother, who had taken to nighttime hunting. She would surely have a treat for them. It was okay as long as none of my songbirds were part of the cache. My left leg was throbbing. I reached under my nightgown and pulled off my pain patch while calling for Jake on the baby intercom. He didn’t come. Irritated, I stumbled into his bedroom and turned on the light switch. His bed was neatly made and the dresser was clear...ed of his possessions. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I remembered that he was gone. Plopping down on the side of the bed, I reached for the pillow and deeply inhaled. It still retained remnants of Jake’s smell. I realized why I hadn’t washed the sheets yet. This was the last physical contact I had of him. “Excuse me,” said Mrs. Todd, poking in her head. “That’s all right. Come on in.” Mrs. Todd, in her night robe, entered the room and sat in a corner chair. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but I heard you get up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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