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

don’t do well with home treatment.”

“How bad is it?”

He looked at me long enough to make me understand he wasn’t going to answer that one. “You should ask her doctor.”

Then he packed the black case and left through the garage so the front door wouldn’t wake Sonia again.

I stood in the kitchen staring at the coffee maker we’d never cleaned properly around continue reading …