My sleep that night was restless. I kept tossing and turning, waking up to any little sound, thinking that it was Trev returning home. By the time the sun rose, I had given up trying to get any rest, and the heartache I felt had turned into despondent anger.
I grabbed a bathrobe figuring it was better than nothing and went to head downstairs. Outside my door, in a neat pile, was a fresh set of clothes. Warmed by her thoughtfulness, I made a mental note to thank Alyssa when I saw her. That thought was raised tenfold as I realized they were my own clothes. I was not sure how she had managed that, but I didn't complain. I appreciated Alyssa's help. Even if her bosom was slightly bigger than my own, making it hard to properly fill out her clothes.
The best part was my cellphone sitting on to
