(Sarah POV)

Playing house with Alex is even better than I imagined. I wake up every morning in what used to be Lily's bedroom, stretching lazily in the king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets. Alex is already in the shower, humming some tune under his breath. Through the bathroom door, I can hear him moving around, getting ready for another day of pretending to be the devoted husband downstairs while being my lover upstairs.

It's delicious.

I slip on Lily's silk robe, the expensive one she got for Christmas last year and pad downstairs to check on our patient. She's exactly where we left her last night, propped up in...