CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
A MORNING SURPRISE
I do not remember falling asleep, which is not entirely surprising considering how exhausted my body must have been after everything, but when I wake up, it is barely morning and the house is still wrapped in that quiet, early silence that makes everything feel a little too still. For a moment I just lie there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling before it registers that I am not in my old bedroom but in one of the guest rooms, the one furthest down the hallway. I cannot sleep in the same room with my husband without giving into the urge to claw his eyes out for looking at someone else.
I push the covers aside and sit up, letting out a slow breath before forcing myself into motion. There is something calming about routine and right now I need that mor
