Doctor Willow Murphy did not sleep well that night. After a heavy meal of lasagna, washed down with three glasses of wine, she climbed into the bed exhausted. She awakened a few hours later, painfully aware of the empty space beside her. Reaching out, she touched the cold sheets and wondered, as she had on so many other nights over this past four months, if Daniel Brophy was also lying awake also lonely. If he too was desperate to pick up the phone and break this silence between them.
Or did he sleep soundly, without regrets, relief that their affair had finally ended? While she might be her own woman again, freedom came with the price. An empty bed, sleepless nights, and the unanswerable question: am I better with him or without him?
The next morning, she arrived at work groggy and naus
