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Emma
Since my flight is not until 6:25 p.m., I was planning to go into work for half a day on Wednesday. However, as I watch the howling fury of the storm through my narrow window, I know it’s not happening—and most likely, neither is my flight.
It’s already midnight, but I can’t sleep, my bed again uncomfortably cold and empty. And lumpy. Why have I never noticed before how lumpy my mattress is? It’s nothing like the plush memory-foam expanse of Marcus’s king-sized bed. That had been so comfortable, so soft and warm, especially with his big, powerful body wrapped around me—
No. Stop. I squeeze my eyes shut to keep out the memories, but they flood in anyway, adding to the hollow pain in my chest. I miss him. I really, truly miss him. We’d only spent two nights together, but it had f
