Countdown to My Divorce

The scent of chamomile from Tyler’s shampoo still lingered in the air. It was fresh and calming, making it hard to stay awake.

Rachel let out a yawn. “Stop talking already. Let me keep going.”

All she wanted now was to lull Tyler to sleep as quickly as possible.

Tyler rested his head on Rachel’s lap without hesitation. “Go on.”

Rachel looked at him. Could he not be like this?

On second thought, if she kept wasting time arguing with him, he night stay awake until sunrise.

So she started making things up.

“William’s uncle might have some sort of deformity, who knows? Maybe there’s something wrong with his face. That would explain why he never shows up anywhere. Either he’s horribly disfigured, or just like the psychos in those movies. I mean, something’s definitely off.”

Tyler’s brows twitched as he listened. Rachel was basically describing him as a monster.

Just as he lifted his head, ready to ask for more detail, he noticed Rachel’s head drooping. Her lips parted slightly, and her lashes lowered. Her breathing was shallow.

Was she asleep?

a little backward? Wasn’t she supposed to help him fall asleep? How had it turned into him lulling

helped lay her down on the bed, carefully pulling the

must owe you something in my past life,” he murmured

quietly closing the window so he wouldn’t wake her. He then gave

sound asleep. When he

I thought Rachel was supposed to help you sleep these

“She fell asleep.”

me, right? She’s supposed to put you to sleep, not the other way around. This

was telling me about how William’s uncle might be some kind of psycho–maybe hideously ugly,

just your typical creepy recluse. She even said some of these psychos in movies dress up dead women

Jason burst out laughing.

goodness! Her imagination

too busy laughing to

were kids, and no one had ever described him quite like that before.

cold. “If you don’t shut up,