My feet barely lifted off the carpet as one moved in front of the other. I was numb all over.
The dark cherry-wood door was locked, but I knew just how to wiggle the handle to get it to open. Once I heard the release of the pin, I took a deep breath, and with an internal kick to the gut, I gave it a turn and stepped out of the light and into the dark.
Little lights that shone no brighter than the moon lit the crisp, white sheets of their bed and his outline. The smell of s*x was still in the air, and I searched for her clothes but couldn’t spot them.
Hmm.
I knew my mother well enough to know that whenever she got some, she’d have her smoke in her office and finish up her paperwork for the day. She wouldn’t be interrupting us.
The blade tapped my bare leg, a reminder of why I was there
