The bedroom was dark and still, the bed made up with the pillows fluffed, the bedside tables absolutely dust free. She hesitated before climbing onto his, no their liked to think of it as theirs, even though they'd only slept in it a handful of times. What's wrong with us? She wondered, slipping under the Egyptian cotton sheets and curling up. Anyone would believe the two had never touched, much less procreated. She buried her nose in the cold pillow and sniffed. If she closed her eyes, she could still smell her husband's unique scent.