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myself out of bed in the freezing cold to
use the toilet. The bed is empty like it has
been for a couple of nights now. This
new job means Cohen has to work late
into the night. I open the bedroom door
without a sound and tiptoe out of the room
and toward his study. I miss him. Life
wasn't always this busy and stressful. I
open his study door and my eyes widen.
He's sitting on the couch, his back is to
me, his laptop on the small table. There's
