I slide my key in the deadbolt, but the door is already unlocked. I enter, leave my shoes in the foyer and head upstairs. Wifey is sitting on the couch in silence—and darkness until the switch I flipped in the foyer bled light into the room. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the end table. Her glass is half full. Her cell phone chimes twice, two messages she ignores.
CAUGHT
CAUGHT
CAUGHT
I slide my key in the deadbolt, but the door is already unlocked. I enter, leave my shoes in the foyer and head upstairs. Wifey is sitting on the couch in silence—and darkness until the switch I flipped in the foyer bled light into the room. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the end table. Her glass is half full. Her cell phone chimes twice, two messages she ignores.