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

the moment she saw me.

“You forgot something?”

I looked at her.

Really looked.

For the first time in years.

Dark circles beneath her eyes.

Long sleeves despite the unusually warm weather.

The way she seemed to tense ever so slightly when I stepped closer.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

The lie came automatically.

I wanted to tell her what Sonia had said.

I wanted continue reading …