Seven days after Chloe left, Marcus looked like a complete wreck for the first time in his life.
It all started with a nasty cold.
In the middle of the night, he woke up burning with fever, shivering all over. Half-asleep, he fumbled blindly toward the nightstand.
"Honey, the medicine..."
No one answered.
He called out again, forcing his eyelids open.
The space beside him was completely empty.
He stared blankly for a few seconds before the truth finally sank in. His wife was gone.
When they'd still been together, the moment he developed a fever, Chloe would set out some fever reducers and a glass of warm water beside his bed. Knowing how much he hated taking his temperature, she'd shove the thermometer straight into his hand, too.
"Marcus, you're a grown man in your 30s. Don't mak
