ANNIE

With a tired yawn and weak stretch, I got out of sleep, sitting upright on my bed, with the awareness that something had shifted.

Although not loudly, I just had a feeling that something had really changed.

Last night was good, well… until it wasn't.

And that was the thing about this strange husband of mine.

‘He’s Amelia's husband' my subconscious mind whispered, and I scoffed.

I stood before the congregation and entire cathedral, not Amelia. I said the vows, not Amelia, so ...