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

her.

“What did you say?”

She kept watching the buildings pass by as though we were discussing homework.

“He waits until you’re asleep.”

“Then he walks in very quietly.”

“So nobody hears him.”

A cold sensation spread through my chest.

“What man?”

“I don’t know.”

“He always goes to Mom.”

There was no fear in her voice.

No hesitation.

Just quiet certainty.

That certainty continue reading …