Extramarital
I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me. The flirting had been going on for quite some time and if we thought it was harmless, we were only fooling ourselves. My name is Zach. I’m a fifty-five year old widower and I still live in the house my wife and I shared. I guess I couldn’t break my ties to the place even after she died. My wife died three years ago, from an infection she got during a knee replacement surgery. We knew the risks, but you never think it will happen to you. I grieved for...