Chapter 90 The Night That Started Everything

• Christian
• Two days.
• It had been two days since the house went silent, and I had not slept for either of them in any meaningful way. I had closed my eyes a few times, in the chair in the nursery, at my desk, and once briefly on the edge of our bed with my hand on her side of the mattress like a man who thought proximity to a cold pillow could substitute for the woman who used to sleep on it. It couldn't. Nothing could.