The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

I heard only one sentence before her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Tonight.”

“After he’s asleep.”

My stomach tightened.

She returned carrying folded towels as though nothing had happened.

“What would you like for dinner?”

“Chicken?”

“Pasta?”

“I don’t mind.”

She studied my face for a moment.

Almost as though she sensed something had changed.

Neither of us mentioned continue reading …