DANTE:
The next day, I wake up feeling refreshed with my wife in my arms. She is sleeping peacefully after a good night’s s*x and a shower.
I kiss her forehead, sliding my arms away slowly. She stirs a little, then curls up more with a smile on her lips. I leave her, grabbing my robe. Then I head downstairs to my car.
I take out the flowers from last night and her gift—a diamond-crusted necklace I bought her on my way home. When I walk back inside, I see Tamara at the foot of the stairs with an ice pack to her head.
“Dad, you are back!” she exclaims, and my brows wrinkle.
She notices the robe, signifying I have been home all night. I think that brings back the memories from the previous night.
“Oh,” she mouths.
“I—”
“Save it. I will speak to you when I am done. Also, tell any of th
