Calvin
He’d struggled to go to sleep as he had done the night before. Sleeping in the bed he’d once shared with Marrin was hard to do. Seemed to be even worse than it had been after she’d vanished, because she was downstairs in the guesthouse. This was her house and this was her bedroom.
Everything about this room was Marrin, and sleeping in here before he’d become so bitter and twisted had been of some comfort to him, but not last night, and certainly not tonight. It probably didn’t help that there was a photo of the two of them on the bedside table. Wil had taken it, long ago, after she’d murmured she loved him in her sleep, and after he’d come to love her.
It was just a picture of the two of them sitting at dinner with Wil and Anabell. But they’d been smiling at each other, and it wa
