Chapter 18
The next morning, when I open my eyes, I see an empty pillow. “Baby?” I’m already out of bed and jumping into my jeans. “Alistair?”
The apartment is so quiet. The silence makes me sick.
Golden light filters through the curtains in the living room window and I know he’s gone. I don’t know why I know. But I know.
I check the kitchen anyway. He’s not there.
I throw on a sweater. Grab my wallet, my phone, my keys.
In the subway, I’m the living dead leaning on a pole, watching my ashen face flashing back at me every time we enter a tunnel.
I think I’m going to go insane. This is it. This is where my sanity gets off. I’ve reached the last stop.
Outside, it’s sunny and warm and I know God is content. Yes, He has His white lamb back. I knock on the presbytery door and wonder how
