Chapter Twenty-One
Broken glass in my mind.
Despite the whiskey stupor I’d acquainted myself with, I didn’t sleep much that night, and when I did, my dreams were fragmented.
I see Sarah. She is in bed with me, breathing softly, her arm draped over mine. Through the window, a soft summer breeze brings scents of jasmine and the ocean. In the distance, a gentle lapping of the shore and the chirp of crickets.
Our honeymoon.
The weather was warm, but I never wanted to be away from her. Not for a second. I miss many things about Sarah, but the way she slept is high among them. She never looked more beautiful than she did when asleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the cascade of her hair, the moonlight dancing across her skin.
I am afraid to move. Somewhere in the recesses of my mi
