Chapter 4Connor stretched in the bed, pulling awake muscles, getting the creaks and the cracks lubricated before he sat up and got going for the day. The queen-sized bed was just long enough for him to stretch out, head to toe, if he didn’t put his arms over his head. Which meant the stretching did s**t all for his shoulders, but that was okay. He could have shuffled so that he was laying corner to corner, but even now, with all these months gone by, the other side of the bed belonged to Megan. Just like the dresser on the right side of the room and the right side of the double closet still had all her clothes in it. For twenty-six years she’d lain beside him. Shared the bedroom with him. Laughed at him for wearing the same four shirts instead of the new ones she’d bought him. Complained a
