“Who’s texting you at two in the morning” my husband snapped but when I showed him the screen his face drained of color
The phone buzzed softly in the quiet of the night, casting a cold blue light across the ceiling. It was just past two in the morning. Larisa reached cautiously for the nightstand, trying not to disturb her husband, but Viktor had already turned toward her, propped up on one elbow. “Who’s messaging you this late?” … Read more