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

looks… sad.”

That single word echoed inside my head long after I’d turned off her bedroom light.

Sad.

Not scared.

Not happy.

Sad.

At eleven o’clock, my wife climbed into bed beside me.

She smelled faintly of soap…

And something else.

Something clean.

Almost clinical.

“Did you take your sleeping pill?”

“Yes.”

I waited until she turned away.

Then quietly spat the continue reading …