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Singer
63 days with Miles
Jake and Miles were gone.
The first day had been the worst, until he woke up on the second day. When, on morning three, Singer had reached over to an empty, cold bed, his ears tuned for waking baby noises from the monitor still sitting on the nightstand, he realized that if Jake and Miles didn’t come home, he’d wake up like this every day for the rest of his life.
At least he didn’t start crying again. The crying had been humiliating. Even alone. Especially alone, crying for no reason but the circular thoughts in his head. No excuse for the tears that didn’t seem to stop flowing that first day. I’m not leaving you. I just need a little time. But what did that mean?
Jake had dropped Miles off Friday so he could go in to work. But he didn’t stay. And Singer
