Dead on Holiday – Part Three

At 2:45 am, something beeped. It woke me, but decided to ignore it. It was one beep—nothing urgent. I could live with a random, middle-of-the-night beep, particularly because it didn’t wake up Wes. He remained cuddled into my chest, heavy but not a burden. I wrapped my arms around him and shifted to the side,Continue reading “Dead on Holiday – Part Three”