CHAPTER 9

DAVID

The sun invades my room through the window and the light disturbs my sleep, making me wake up early. Annoyed, I get up in a bad mood, kicking the pillow that falls from the bed onto my foot. Today is a bad day for many reasons, but the main one is that today was supposed to be a day of celebration, where my wife and I would have been married for eighteen years.

Except she's dead, and I'm alive, so this day turned bad.

Terrible.

I take off my underwear and walk into the bathroom, opting for a cold shower. I don't deserve perks while she's in that hole, lifeless. Today is a day of seclusion, where I choose to be locked up at home, a recluse from the world.

I prefer solitude these days, the pain of longing being my only company. So I end up freaking out when I see the woman sleeping on my couch.

I curse, as I envision her face and remember my decision last night, bringing her here instead of leaving her in her own home, was a mistake.

Owhat got into me?

My mood deteriorates