Claire woke and lay still for a moment, warm under the heavy comforter. The house was quiet, but she could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock down the hall and the gentle roar of the furnace starting up in the basement. She smelled coffee and thought for a moment that Nick had woken up before her and made it.
But then she remembered that he was gone. And it was Valentine’s Day.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, wondering what would happen if she stayed in bed all day.
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