" I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn’t miss Travis.
Which kind of worked, until after the three o’clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold.

Or until I tripped over his laundry that he’d left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor.

Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn’t spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so.

There was no foot-holding under the table. "

― N.R. Walker , Red Dirt Heart 3 (Red Dirt, #3)