The following morning, Lynda felt a stiff neck, and her eyes were swollen as she woke up on the couch. For a few seconds, she couldn't place where she was. The ceiling above her looked strangely out of place, and the air in the room felt unusually cold. Then, little by little, memories crawled back. Marcus not coming home, the silence stretching late into the night, her own tears soaking into fabrics that cost way more than they were worth for comfort. She sat up, glancing around the apartment. ...