Latex.
A faint sterile smell drifted through the dark. Alcohol. Plastic. Something clean and cold.
The black case opened with a quiet metallic click.
My wife lifted one trembling hand to the collar of her nightshirt.
And when the stranger leaned over her, reached into the dark, and pulled something thin and silver into the sliver of light by our bed, I realized that whatever was about to happen next was going to either expose a betrayal… or tear open a truth I had been too blind to see, because my hand was already moving toward the lamp when—
Full part: My daughter said a man enters our room every night… and that night I decided to pretend I was asleep to catch him.
