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

her chest.

“When?”

She didn’t answer.

The nurse cleared his throat. “Mrs. Bell, if you’d like, I can step out for a few minutes.”

“No.” Her fingers were shaking. “Just… no. Finish.”

Finish.

The word hit me harder than anything.

What She Had Been Hiding

I stood there while the stranger, whose name turned out to be Pete, cleaned the skin around the port in my continue reading …