How am I supposed to sleep when Eliott is gone? The thought haunted me all throughout the day. It would creep into my mind when I least expected it. First, while I was driving and trying to think about which exit would be the fastest to Brian’s work. Next, when I was in the middle of reading one of the files from my bin. Then, as I counted out my money that I was paying for lunch. Finally, as I opened the door to our apartment after a long day at work.
I wish, after thinking about it almost continuously, that I had some sort of answer to this question. But I wasn’t even close to having an answer. It was starting to affect my mood so I figured that I would go to bed early that night, then at least I would spare Brian from my moodiness.
Unfortunately fate had other ideas for me. “So I tol
