Jill shut off the alarm and slid out of bed. Out of habit she carried her phone with her into the kitchen to make coffee, then back into the bathroom to pee before she even looked at it. There was a message from Gizmo. Her chest tightened as she waited for the app to open so she could see what he said. Her chest ached as she read his first message, she regretted having taken so long replying to him when he"d asked if she wanted a ride. Heat spread through her chest as she got to the last message from him. It was the one she"d started to look forward to every morning, him telling her good morning and wishing her a good day. Then she noticed the last message had been sent almost two hours before, and the message before that only a few hours earlier. Either he hadn"t gotten much sleep, or he"
