EMMA
I smell him before I see him. The rancid scent of sulfur and vomit burns my nostrils as I remove my heels and tiptoe toward my room. If I just stay quiet enough…
“Where’ve you been all night?”
Dammit.
Ben is propped up on the living room sofa, and of course, tonight of all nights, he happens to be wide awake.
“Just… out.”
He frowns, his tongue clicking softly. “It’s late.”
I drop my heels off to the side. “Which is why I’m heading straight to bed.”
His eyes narrow and, for a moment, I feel like a teenager who’s broken curfew. “The kids were asking for you all night.”
“I was busy, Ben. What do you want me to say?” He has some nerve, making me feel guilty about this. “I would think you’d be grateful to spend some quality time with your kids.”
He ignores that and swings his leg
