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

The bathroom light. Sonia’s wet hair stuck to her cheek. My wife doing the tiny inventory women do of their own bodies when nobody’s looking. Finding something wrong.

And saying nothing to me.

I sat back down.

Hard.

The Child Who Saw Too Much

“How much does Sonia know?”

Karen’s face changed right away. Softer. Scared in a different way.

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