Liam
I wake up at the time I usually do to go to the hospital. When I open my eyes, it's not completely dawn yet. The light coming in through the window is scarce, but it allows me to make out what's in the room. I turn to my right and see the body of my now-wife, on her side, facing the other way. I don't move closer to her. Something doesn't feel right. I put my arm over my eyes and think about the same scene but with another person. Just a few weeks ago, Annie's body occupied that place. However, unlike now, I used to snuggle up to her and hug her from behind. I always made the same gesture. She would turn her head towards me and give me a smile, a warm good morning.
I don't want to keep having these memories, so I get up to take a shower. In a few hours, we'll be leaving on our trip,
