KAEL

She sat on the floor beside me.

Not the bed. Neither of us could bring ourselves to sit on Elena's bed, preserved and made up and haunted by the impression of a body that would never sleep there again. So Sera sat on the hardwood floor with her back against the wall and her burgundy dress pooling around her legs, and I sat beside her with the journal in my hands and read my dead wife's words while the woman I'd been destroying sat close enough that I could feel her warmth.

Elena's ...