Beyond The Shadow Of His Love

Summary

I’ve been married to Grant Ross for two years, and every night before bed, he steps out onto the balcony to smoke a single cigarette.

I always thought it was the stress of the firm. I thought it was the weight of the blueprints and the deadlines that kept him tethered to that railing, staring out at the city skyline.

But last week, I came home late from a deadline and found him standing there. He wasn’t smoking.

He was holding his phone, the speakerphone on, playing a voice memo.

A woman’s voice—lazy, breathless, with a slight rasp—drifted into the night air: