Chapter Thirteen
The Healing
When I arrived back at the club it was late and I stayed until closing. Back at home her s*x toys were on the dresser where she left them in the morning and her lingerie and panties were folded neatly in the drawer, as if she was still here with me. I lay in bed, clutching a pair of her panties in my fingers. I didn’t sleep at all on our first night apart. The bed felt empty and cold without her next to me.
The next day I was exhausted, but I had to go to work. I tried to push on and act as if there wasn’t a giant gaping hole in my life. I opened up The Voyeur as usual at 6. The waitresses all asked where Anne-Marie was and why she hadn’t shown up for work. I simply told them she had quit. When they asked why I just said I didn’t know. I didn’t feel like exp
