My Wife, The Stranger
partment. It was after midnight. She dropped her d
tarving. You
basic duty. I was in our bedroom, lying on t
he room, unbutt
the silent treatmen
n a practiced, hollow attempt at seduction. Her pe
ction quickly cu
off me. "I'm calling your mother. She'll
r phone and stabb
My face felt li
ice flat. "You suddenl
more of a mother to me than you are a husband!" she
had ignored on her deathbed, filled me with
t a di
in her hand. She stared at me, her mouth slightly open. The e
" she said, her voice
d
he call button. It went to voicemail. She tri
ckered in
declared, her voice shaking with a desperate certainty. "You
e'll go see my mot