Tossing the phone to the other side of the bed, Marley picked up Benny’s sweater and buried her face in his shirt. She missed their nightly conversations and talking to Czar reminded her of that. The faint scent from the sweater brought tears to her eyes because she knew once it was gone, she’d never smell him again. That was the downside of grieving. One minute she was on the phone laughing, and the next she was crying and trying to catch her next breath.
