Chapter Twenty-Two
The next morning when I wake up early because we never did take the time to draw the curtains, Leigh is still fast asleep beside me. I take in her relaxed face; her lips are slightly parted, her eyes a bit baggy from the crying.
I check the alarm clock and my first thought, as always, is Rosie. It’s only 6 a.m. Gerald and I will meet Troy for breakfast at 9 so we can catch the midday flight to New York.
Would it make Troy happy to see me appear at breakfast with Leigh by my side? It’s a thought I’m not ready to entertain just yet.
Last night, Leigh and I got caught up in long hours of reminiscing, lying in each other’s arms while avoiding drawing conclusions. Until we fell asleep, naked, our arms lightly touching, just as they always used to. What should my first wor
