As we get to the top of the stairs, she turns toward the guest room, but I stop her by tightening my grip on her hand just slightly. “What are you doing?” she asks. I nod toward the bedroom we shared. The one I haven’t slept in since the night she left. “You know that bed is more comfortable, and I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not next to me.” It doesn’t take much for her to give in. She honestly looks a little relieved at the idea. But as we walk in, I feel my chest tighten at the thought of sleeping in here with her again.
