Chapter 83: Our Reality

Bryce was moody, restless, and damn miserable. He didn't wish this on anyone, but he wondered if his wife felt anything like he did. He missed the hell out of her, and the place just wasn't the same without her. He missed seeing her shoes by the door, her blanket over the chair in the living room, her rumpled pillow. Damn if he didn't sound like a fucking girl, and he didn't give two shits.

At the beginning of the week, the guys at work had tried to cheer him up even though they had no idea what was going on. By the end of the week, they were giving him a wide berth because he was in just such a foul mood.