John’s brow furrowed as he tried to reconcile her behavior with the woman he knew. One night, Natalie came home later than usual, and feigning sleep, John listened intently as she slipped into the bedroom.
One day, as he was organizing his bookshelves, he caught her eyeing him from across the room with a smirk on her face. His heart raced; was she onto him? He fumbled the stack of books, watching as they tumbled to the floor.