The bruised and brooding sky outside my window reflected the mood of my soul. Working from home was a curse and a blessing. A curse because I wouldn't see a single person today. A blessing because no one would see the colors around my eye that matched the purples, blues, and grays on the horizon. I had no reason to use pancake makeup to cover my secrets. Conor was gone when I woke up, our bed sheets as cold as the ice around my heart. I swept the broken pieces of a coffee cup into a d...