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

the room.

The man jerked back.

My wife sucked in a breath and covered her throat with one hand.

For half a second nobody moved. The whole scene sat there in plain sight, ugly and stupid and nothing like what I’d built in my head.

The stranger wasn’t some slick affair guy in a suit.

He was maybe late fifties. Gray hair cropped close. Reading glasses halfway continue reading …