Chapter Eighty-Five: Reflection

Anthony's POV

I am laying in bed with my eyes closed, having been awake for hours. I don't remember what it's like to sleep. But every night I try, and every night I lie awake, listening to my wife's soft breathing. It calms me, somehow. It reminds me of another life in another time, when I could not imagine life without her in it. The steady beat of her heart vibrates softly against my ribs where she lays pressed against me, taking me back to our afternoon naps in the treehouse every day after school.