Felicity cried that night. She hadn’t felt this miserable in…ever. One would think losing a spouse suddenly would be one of the worst things in the world. And it was to Felicity for the last two years. And just as she’d anticipated, Levi walked away, and it hurt so much worse than Marco’s death. He chose to leave her. He loved her and he chose to leave. Her worst fear was playing before her, and it was more than she could take.
She’d woken up on the living room floor. Her pint of ice cream had melted and was beginning to bleed through the cardboard packaging onto the table. She’d reached for her phone and saw that it had died. Felicity got to her feet and groaned as the need to pee took over. She plugged her phone into the charger and went to the bathroom.