Lola rolled over, shoved her arm under the pillow, then the memory slapped her like a bucket of ice water. He was gone. She groaned involuntarily, heard her voice crack, stretched one arm out from under the covers. Four days and it still felt the same. She needed a drink of water.
Rolling out of bed, she looked at her phone. Four days since he fell. Too long without him. Next week she would need ...
