Though David was not in bed with her the next morning, she knew he had slept beside her. When she rolled over she could see the imprint of his body on top of the blankets and of his head on the pillow next to her in the grey light filtering in through the window. Memory returned and fresh tears rushed to the surface. Her stomach rolled and clenched. She ruthlessly pushed both aside, sitting up and pressing her hands against her warm, raw face. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and felt the slight sting where salty tears had heated her skin.
She forced her feet from the bed and onto the cold floor. She was used to hard things in life. She could push the misery aside until an opportunity presented itself. Emotions would be her enemy. They would cloud her judgment and cause her to make mist
