Chapter 53

That first night, Lance thought the ache in his heart would get the best of him. He reached over and touched the empty space where Brooklyn had lain and felt tears behind his eyelids. He wondered how she was doing, pictured her walking the floors of her fancy home. Against his will, he envisioned her in the arms of her husband and punched the mattress with his fist.

I have to stop thinking about her! There’s nothing that can be done.

Long hours passed before he was able to sleep.