When I awoke, I had the impression of warmth. I reached out my hand and found the place next to me warm. Vague memories of Anthony in bed with me flittered back and my mind warred with whether or not I’d…tried to spoon him?
No, that couldn’t be right. I’d sworn to stay on my side of the bed. No matter how much I craved the physical contact—the physical reassurance—crossing the middle of the bed was a line I wasn’t going to traverse.
Groggily, I checked my phone for the time.
Seven twenty-three.
Well, how the hell had that happened? I’d slept a solid ten hours. Had the twins woken up, and I hadn’t heard them? That didn’t seem possible, but on occasion I could go deep. One morning I woke up to find my favorite decorative plate shattered on the floor. I’d thought there might’ve been a clu
