I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

beside my leg.

One photograph.

That was all I took.

The lace camisole.

His discarded shirt.

The unmade bed.

Every detail frozen forever.

I never touched a single object.

“I think I’ll rest in the nursery,” I whispered.

“Good idea,” Damon answered much too quickly.

I quietly left the room.

Inside the nursery…

I lowered myself into the rocking chair beside the unfinished continue reading …