Calendar Girl

There was a lump in the bed, an ever so slight upraising of the mattress, more on Josh’s side than hers.

She rolled back and forth over it, hoping to flatten it out.

It did not flatten.

For a moment, she thought it was the remote, a pair of socks, a misplaced book...

Melinda’s heart stopped as she threw the covers off, bounded to the floor on Josh’s side.

There, between the mattress and the box spring.





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