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

had to put my hand on the sink.

She watched me in the mirror.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what.”

“Make that face like this happened to you.”

Fair.

I nodded.

When she finished, I helped her into a clean shirt and zipped the hoodie back up. She was breathing harder than a shower should’ve made her breathe.

Back in the bedroom she sat on the bed and said, “There is continue reading …