I didn’t switch it on immediately. I stayed still for one more heartbeat, then another, because the room had changed in a way I still can’t explain. It no longer felt like my bedroom. It felt like a place where everyone knew the script except me.
The man opened the case with practiced hands. My wife’s fingers trembled over the blanket. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t whispering to him like a lover. She looked like someone bracing for impact.
That should have calmed me.
It didn’t.
It made everything worse.
Because if this wasn’t what I thought it was, then what kind of secret had grown inside my house without me seeing it?
He leaned closer. I saw a strip of white tape near my wife’s collarbone. Something clear glimmered against her skin. A tube? A wire? My mind ran through explanations and rejected every one of them.
Then my wife whispered, so quietly I almost missed it:
— Please… not like this. He was supposed to know tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
She had planned to let one more night happen with me lying inches away, pretending everything was normal.
The man lifted a slim silver instrument, and that was it. I surged upright, slammed my hand onto the lamp switch, and in the burst of light I finally saw the expression on both their faces…
And it was nothing like guilt.
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