As sleep was not on the table anymore she got up and reluctantly washed her body in a bubble bath. It seemed so wrong to wash his smell from her skin, his touch and lingering kisses. It almost felt like sacrilege, but it was the only thing she could do to relax again, instead of obsessing over what he was doing right about now.

When she got out she began cleaning up the cottage, one room at a time, aware of the sun beginning to move higher, brightening the world outside as dawn approached. Songs of birds becoming louder as they awoke and started their day. The world seeming so...