Bridget’s POVShay came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. A white towel was wrapped around her body. I sat on the bed, waiting for her to come out.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a bath with hot running water,” she said, sighing with relief. Her gray eyes sparkled in the light. She opened the closet, still filled with Helen’s clothes. She went through the clothes.

“Jeez, Ray, I am so sorry but your ex-wife had such terrible taste,” Shay said.

I didn’t feel the need ...