My eyes open
2:45 a.m.
My hand brush the other side of the bed
Nothing
I sit up. Put on the light. And see nothing. No one.
I take off the light. I feel the tears trickle down.
What am I doing?
I cover my eyes. The ring feels cold on my left hand but that's not why I take it off.
I fold into myself...Why?...
* * * * * * * *
It's 5:24 a.m. when a man walks into the mansion
The maids did a fantastic job at housekeeping but that wasn't why he tip-toed inside.
He feels something but doesn't understand it.
He walks upstairs to the master bedroom
He opens the door and sees her crying.
Trembling
He walks over to her. Leans into her a