Chapter Eight
I lay in bed, wide awake. Three o'clock in the morning. Gary slept like the dead, and had been snoring for hours. I jealously kept tossing and turning, replaying the past few afternoons over and over in my head.
Fighting sleep wasn't getting me any closer to dreamland and I figured I might as well get up and do something productive. I donned my slippers and bathrobe and went downstairs.
I tried to tackle some stuff for work but couldn't concentrate, so I finally decided to catch up on some laundry. It was my most hated household chore, but it was a mindless task that kept me busy.
I thought back to earlier this evening. I had a wonderful time with Gary, but it was certainly overshadowed with feelings of guilt over what had transpired in our bedroom without him the last fe
