The moment I got home, I rushed straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Cold water poured over my head, but I couldn't feel a thing. All I could see were flashes of what had just happened.
Sara clinging to Harry's arm. That faint red mark beneath her collar. The unreadable calm in Harry's eyes.
We'd been married for three years. Harry had always been a caring, attentive husband. Sure, he had some unconventional fantasies, but he'd never truly done anything to hurt me. So why had he actually gone to Sara?
By the time I finished showering, it was already dark outside. I sat alone on the couch, staring blankly into space until I heard the front door unlock.
Harry was home. A faint smell of alcohol clung to him.
He looked up while changing his shoes and paused when he saw me
