I couldn’t sleep. Not a wink, my head was throbbing, my legs were shaking, and my mind was unable to rest. All that I could think of was Triston. My hand moved up to my lips, remembering his. Remembering every touch and caress. It almost returned to how it was before. When we were still in love. I had no doubt in my mind that it was impossible. We would never return to that, not now, not in a year, and probably not in another ten years. I had accepted it, but my heart didn’t seem to. It ached, and cried out wanting him back. Wanting him in bed with me, his smell in my nose, his hands touching me. I was scrolling on my phone, just checking the weather for the day. “Mrs. Ballard?” I turned my head to the door, “I’ve finished packing your bag. Should I make you your morning tea?” Rosy came into the room, a small smile on her face. I moved up my mug, “Beat you to it.” She was astonished, “Thank you, though, please make sure Triston is awake… and have a cup of coffee ready for him?” Sh
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