The Roommate

by Kiersten Modglin

But this time was different. I just hadn’t known it until more nights had passed without her inviting me to come home. I’d spent most of the last three weeks in denial about what was happening, but as I grazed the razor blade across my stubble-covered chin, it hit me. I might never go back home.

“What are you doing here, Wes?” My name was a curse word on her lips. Whenever she called me by name, rather than babe or honey, I had either disappointed or royally pissed her off.

What a weird little dude.

He's Hiding something

Something wasn't right about Elias. Something wasn't right at all.

Clearly

The truth was, I’d chosen my work over my wife, and in the end, they’d both left