Ashley
The fever had taken hold sometime in the night, wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket.
I'd managed to call in sick to work at his office. Before collapsing back onto my bed, my limbs were heavy and uncooperative. Now, afternoon sunlight sliced through the blinds I couldn't summon the energy to close, creating harsh stripes across my empty apartment.
Empty. Just like I felt.
I pulled the comforter tighter around my shoulders despite the sweat beading along my hairline. My phone lay silent on the nightstand, its screen dark and indifferent. I should call Sharley, or maybe Olivia, but what would I say? I was sick and alone and I couldn't stop thinking about my boss who used to be my husband who I still loved despite everything?
No. Better to suffer in silence.
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