ELENA
I stood at the threshold of our bedroom. Though I was tired, our big bed held no appeal. I’d been sleeping alone the last few days. Blake had this thing about not sleeping in the same bed if either one of us was angry. It wasn’t anger in me; it was sadness. Okay there was a little anger, but mostly sadness for my mother, sadness for the fact that my daughter wasn’t enough. Guilt, too.
I was adamant. I didn’t want to believe that she wouldn’t be there. She was a part of us. Of course she would be there. Everything would work out the exact same way, just with a happier ending. If only he could see it.
I felt so alone. It was nothing to do with sleeping in that huge bed by myself. My husband wasn’t on the same page. This had almost never happened in eight years.
I went over to Silho
