The next morning Bobbie woke to the sound of the surf crashing and nothing else. The house was eerily quiet, and she kicked a leg across the bed to see if Oliver was still in the bed. She knew the sun was slowly rising from the way the light filtered through the closed patio doors.
She had been torn between closing them or leaving them open, but a lizard had found it’s way onto the headboard the evening before and she’d freaked out. She’d closed the windows and the doors in the bedroom, and it was only when Olivier had worn her completely out had she been able to fall asleep.
Her toe nudged into the space where his furnace-like body usually lay and found it cold. She rolled over and scowled at the empty yet indented pillow beside hers. She slipped out of the bed and shuffled sleepily to
