Sitting in the guest room of the two-story house, just down the hall from the master bedroom that would have been his and Allison’s, Riley wondered about all the things that were going to play out tonight. What had his life become in these short weeks following his wife’s death? Everything seemed to be a bad dream that he so desperately wanted to wake up from, and to top it off, an angel was just down the hall, vowing to do everything he could to protect him.
Riley leaned back on the guest bed. Jonathan had a look of sadness when Riley had met his eyes to tell him goodnight. They’d held something inside them: worry. “I will never lie to you,” was all he’d said. And with that, he had closed the bedroom door.
Sleep usually came easy, with all the things that Riley did during the day. He wa
