Chapter 2Sleep eludes me that night. My heart is thumping, my legs are restless, and I toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position, to quiet my mind, to relax enough to fall asleep. I reach out for the other side of the bed, my hand landing on Marcus’s favorite blanket that I can’t bear to put away. I grip it and pull it close, burying my nose in the soft wool, knowing his scent is long gone, but still comforted by the thought of it.
I wish I could talk to him; Marcus always knew how to calm my racing mind, knew the right thing to say. He knew what questions to ask to make me turn my gaze inward, to analyze my feelings, my reactions, to find answers on my own.
What would he have said if he knew I have feelings for our neighbor?
Marcus always insisted Joar had a thing for me, th
