Chapter Sixty Seven

Looking at her new big bed that she had gotten for the two of them, she again felt a small inkling of sadness. She couldn't bring herself to lie down on it, so she slumped out of the bedroom and went to the living room.

As she passed the bathroom she was startled to see herself in the mirror hanging on the door. She hardly recognized herself. Her eyes were sunken into their sockets; dark smudges underneath them. Her skin was sallow and pale; her facial muscles had slackened to where she looked like a corpse. She thought about that for a second, and agreed with the observation; I am dead inside now that he's gone.

Elena couldn't stand looking at herself anymore, so she slunk past the mirror and went into the living room. She went to the couch out of habit, but just before sitting down she had a mental flash of them together on it and couldn't bring herself to sit there. She turned away from the couch and shuffled over to the easy chair and fell into it.

Elena sat there in the chair sta