MarkI couldn’t believe quite how wrong I was about being able to cope without Charlie for a couple of days. I missed him more than I would have thought possible. When he left my house to drive himself home on Friday night the kiss I gave him was desperate. My home felt more empty than ever, since I had got so used to him being there for at least some of the time. Not enough time, but still, I had to take what I could get for the moment. I was too exhausted after work to worry too much that night and I fell to sleep quite quickly, barely even having my usual wish that Charlie was there curled up in my arms.
Saturday morning I was miserable. The highlight of every day was the time I spent with him, and the time before work dragged like hell. I wasn’t going to work Sunday night, but I decide
