The last memory I had of the previous night was of Tobias’s living room, which was why I was rather taken aback when I found myself in his guest bedroom. The dim lights and a heavy arm resting on my stomach made it even worse, something that caused me to shake the one lying beside me awake.
“Why are we two together in the same bed?” I questioned the half-conscious man, who was capable of listening but not responding.
In spite of being loud in my entreaties, I couldn’t extract a response from him. Instead, the sleepy head grabbed me in his arms and pulled me further closer to him to the point of suffocation. Not very enthusiastic about being hugged, not from the moment my husband passed away, I pushed him away and left the bed.
Once I was on my feet, I heard a protesting cry reach my e
