After Marcus left, the penthouse seemed to expand around Lynda. Not in a physical sense, really, but emotionally. It was like every room now held the faint trace of his absence, not because he had filled them with warmth or laughter, but because his presence had at least given the silence a kind of shape. Now, the silence just wandered. It floated from corner to corner, lingering wherever it wanted

Monday morning found Lynda in the kitchen, just staring at two coffee mugs on the counter. One ...