CHAPTER 7
I SAT UP in bed, sweat dripping off me. The mattress was damp, the outline of my body dark against the maroon sheets. Had I cried out in my sleep? I’d certainly screamed in real life when it happened.
Once again, I’d relived my husband’s death, the moment seared into my mind like the c****x of a horror movie. I’d have done anything to rewind the film.
Calm, Ash. Calm. I tried to slow my breathing as I listened for signs of movement in the house, but the only noise was a car on the road outside. Good, I hadn’t woken Carol.
I rolled out of bed, my steps silent as I crossed to the window and looked out on the moonlit world. Sleep wouldn’t come again that night, I knew from experience. It would just be me and my wayward thoughts until morning, and as always, my husband was on my
