I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

It is in a small evidence bag on the table beside the pregnancy test.

I stand at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t come closer,” she says.

I nod.

“I won’t.”

She studies me. Her eyes are exhausted. Not just from the night. From years of fighting a woman I kept defending and a husband who kept asking her to be smaller for peace.

“Did you know about him?” she asks.continue reading …