Gave My Baby To His Mistress

Summary

The clock struck midnight, the chimes echoing through the hollow silence of the house. Finally, the sound of a key turning in the lock drifted from the foyer. I stayed curled on the velvet sofa, my eyes fixed on the black void of the television screen until his shadow—broad and smelling of the biting night air—filtered into the room.

"Here." He slid his phone onto the coffee table, face up. His thumb brushed the edge of the device in a restless, unconscious rhythm. "The passcode is the same as always." Without another word, he headed for the master bath.