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

simply adjusted her backpack and hummed to herself.

As though she hadn’t just shattered everything I thought I knew about my marriage.

I tried to explain it away.

Maybe she’d had a vivid dream.

Maybe she’d mistaken a shadow for a person.

Maybe she’d watched something online she wasn’t supposed to.

There had to be an explanation.

There had to be.

I dropped continue reading …