After dinner and more work in the office, I literally drag my feet when it’s time to retire to my suite, not the least bit interested in being in there alone, eyeing that big, empty bed. In fact, that big, empty bed seems even bigger than before and it’s not the only thing that’s empty. I feel a little hollow on the inside. Like there’s a chunk of me missing.Depressed and lonely.Holy hell, I thought I was fixing my problems, not adding to them!I grab the thick chenille throw that’s draped meticulously, though it’s meant to appear more haphazard, on the corner of the bench at the foot of the mammoth wooden frame and cross to the seating area, where I settle on the sofa, curled into the corner with a mound of pillows. The fire’s on a low setting and I listen to the snap and crackle of it, along with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.This is heaven, but it seems more like a tormenting hell. There are way too many memories in this room and way too many opportunities that ar
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