Prologue
The room was dark except for the streaks of morning sun peeking in though the gaps in the curtains. She reached for him, but he was already gone. She could still smell him on their sheets. The house was quiet except for the sounds of breakfast being made in the kitchen downstairs. She stretched and smiled as she thought of him, and her dream about him last night. She opened her eyes to see the bottle of sleeping pills on the side table. She stood up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. When she saw her puffy eyes and the ashen color of her face, her smile quickly faded as the realization hit her. He was already gone.
Not just gone downstairs to make breakfast. Not just gone to work. Gone.
Tears streamed down her face as she crawled back into her bed and sobbed. She couldn't believe this was happening. She knew she had to get up and get ready for the day, but there was no way she would ever be ready for this. Not for this day.
Her husband was gone. And today Sam Morgan had to say goodbye.