I got home from work and heard him calling out her name from our bedroom. I remember the spiked up, messy head of blonde hair peeking out from beneath our heavy white comforter. Her short black dress was strung carelessly across the back of my office chair. The sound my wine glass made as it fell from my hands, shattering against the hardwood floor. I can feel the burn in my throat from when my choked sob flew across the room, the two bodies jumping anxiously from the bed.
