That night, feeling oddly buoyant, not sure if I had any right to feel buoyant and finally decided to go with it regardless, I treated myself to an epic bath, pouring almost all of the free Molton Brown products into it until I had my very own watery bubble cloud.
Unfortunately, it was way less fun than I thought it was going to be because it was a depressingly large tub to contain a single, smallish Niel.
It just woke up the beast in me that misses Matthew, which I mostly kept tucked up inside me while I did other things.
But sometimes, when I was alone, it shook off its lethargy and came at me with teeth and claws until I was nothing but small wounds.
Reaching for my phone, I twisted myself into what I hoped was a sultry-like position, all otter-sleek and glistening, one shoulder
