In the weeks before tonight, Nell could think of little else. She had barely slept since he’d gone. She’d quit her job and the hours of the day were of little importance. Each day rolled into the next, punctuated by an hour or two of sleep here and there. Sleep continually interrupted by the sound of his voice, jolting her back to reality.
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