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

tablet into a tissue and hid it inside my pocket.

Minutes later…

I slowed my breathing.

Pretended to fall asleep.

Beside me…

She was pretending too.

I could tell.

At exactly 1:13…

The bedroom door began opening.

Very slowly.

Without a sound.

A narrow strip of light slipped across the wooden floor.

Someone entered.

A man.

Tall.

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