My wife is paralyzed, so I haven’t been inti:mate with her for four months. Out of deep frustration, I left her alone for ten days to go on a date with the younger sister of my colleague. And then… the unexpected happened.

to hide. Christina kissed me goodbye with lazy confidence, like a woman certain she had already won, and the smell of her perfume clung to my shirt all the way to the driveway. I remember fumbling for my keys, already rehearsing the version of remorse I might perform if Hannah was angry enough to make leaving feel easier.

The house was silent, but not continue reading …