I lay down, tossing and turning under the covers. The room felt emptier without him, and my thoughts kept drifting to where he might be, what he might be doing, and whether he was thinking of me too.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. Emerson had told me that we were entering a new phase in our relationship. We were supposed to be building something stronger, something more unified. And wasn’t it time for our living arrangements to reflect that?
Since I had moved into this house, we had maintained separate rooms, a divide that mirrored the distance between us. But now, as we worked on bridging that gap, I thought, What better step forward than sharing the master bedroom, as it should have been from the start?
With newfound resolve, I got out of bed and began moving my things into the master b
