On The Morning After Our Wedding, My Husband Threw A Greasy Dish Towel At My Face

neither of us had the energy to cook, when her buzzer started going off.

Once.

Twice.

Then over and over, a hard ugly finger jamming it.

Jessica looked at me. “You tell anyone you’re here?”

“No.”

She crossed to the intercom. “Yeah?”

A man’s voice came through, too loud, already angry.

“I know she’s in there.”

Brandon’s cousin, Troy.

I recognized him right away.continue reading …