Besmirched
As dusk settled over the house, there was a curious calm in the air. He’d been waiting for her for what felt like hours, and the more time that passed, the less intensely the rage pulsed within him. This, in itself, was an irritation. When he first realized, earlier in the day, that she’d lied about being at work (something he’d only discovered because he dropped in to take her to lunch and, since she wasn’t answering her cell, he figured he’d surprise her), he was immediately confused. But it...