ROBERT
FIVE DAYS LATER
For the umpteenth time this afternoon, I stared blankly at the commissioned portrait hanging on the wall in my room.
My eyes refused to stray, and I couldn’t look away. Even if I managed to turn, some invisible force brought my eyes back to the beauty on the wall, with her hair billowing in the cool, invisible breeze.
My strawberry blonde beauty. My Renee. I closed my eyes at the thought of her and gripped the whiskey glass I held in my hand so tight it almost broke.
Not that I cared.
Opening my eyes briefly, I stared at the portrait, this time imagining Renee standing near me in my oversized shirt, or maybe some nice as f**k sexy lingerie. Or even a bathrobe… anything at all. She always looked so good in any clothing, and I loved that about her.
‘She’s
