I stared at the ceiling I'd spent so many years studying after Sylvie had died. Every intake of breath hurt. The place in my chest where my heart should be, screamed in agony each second it continued to beat. Not even the solitude found in sleep eliminated the distress anymore. Sera's face horrified me as soon as I closed my eyes-the blank stare from her dull eyes. That vacant look haunted me every waking moment, and nothing alleviated it.
If only I had run a little faster, maybe if I hadn't taken the time to put on jeans before chasing her, maybe if I hadn't taken them off before I dove in.... Every second counted, and I wasted the precious few we had.
Endless obsession.
It was far worse than anything I'd ever felt with Sylvie. There was nothing I could've done to save my wife. Her
