Alina spends the next couple of hours on her phone, emailing Nina about the daycare construction schedule, copying down recipes from her mother’s text messages, and catching up on an anime while commenting on each scene to herself. Little does she know I’m listening to every word, intrigued by her theories but terrified by the gory show itself. Seriously. One of the characters slipped running down the stairs and got stabbed in the throat by the sharp end of her umbrella. I think you’ve already established that your wife isn’t normal.





