Sasha sat on the sofa in a short black dress, waiting for her husband, her eyes glancing at the wall clock for the hundredth time. It was 11:00 pm—why wasn’t he back yet? His usual time of coming home was 7:00, sometimes 8:00, but it had been a long time since he’d come home this late. The candlelight was already dying down as the wax burned out, and the food was cold, but that wasn’t the issue; she could always warm it. The question was, why was he taking so long to come back?
She picked up her phone, contemplating calling him but decided against it. Her call might infuriate him more, and besides, what was the guarantee that he would even answer? She resolved to wait a little longer. The clock struck 1:00 am when Sasha glanced at it again. The candles had long since extinguished. She sto
