TWENTY

KELLAN'S P.O.V

Time had always been something fleeting for me.

Twenty-four hours in a day felt too small for all that there was to do, especially with a company like Lockra, where we were constantly on our toes; twenty-four hours a day passed in a blink.

But since the miscarriage, since Ashley asked for a divorce and threw her ring at me, every hour was a stretch.

Every second weighed down on me, a day felt like a decade, and every minute spent without Ashley felt like being on life support.

Painful and slow with the knowledge that I might die

Conferences no longer held their appeal, interviews bored me, I no longer stayed overnight at the office, I no longer worked like a machine.

Every night, I'd go back home and lie on our bed, wishing she were there with me, and every night I spent alone, I regretted how I failed her.

Her things are still intact, just the way she left them. Ashley's clothes are still in the closet, her kitchen utensils well placed, her makeup on the vanity.

Everyt