I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

her bond with her sister, had never truly gone away.

She was holding it up to the camera because she saw it, a little black dome on the wall, and in her mind, it was a way to send a message.

She didn’t understand that I would see it, that it would look like a threat from a horror movie.

My anger, my fear—it all just evaporated.

All that was left was a continue reading …