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

scared.”

“She knew a man was coming into our room at one in the morning.”

“I know.”

“You did a great job with that part.”

She flinched.

And I hated myself for saying it. Hated her too, for making me the kind of man who says mean little things because he’s hurt and lost and trying to stab the air.

“The real reason,” she said, “was you.”

“Me.”

“Yes. You.”

I stood continue reading …