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

apparently I hadn’t been noticing a damn thing.

The man said, “I’m a home nurse.”

I actually laughed. One short, ugly sound.

“At one in the morning?”

He looked at Karen, not me, like she was the one who had to answer.

She closed her eyes.

“Turn around,” I said to him. “Slowly.”

“Dan, stop.”

“Turn around.”

He did.

The back of his polo had a stitched logo over continue reading …