I set up the pull-out couch in the living room, found the extra blankets in the hall closet, and left them on the armrest without making it a big deal. I kissed Cooper goodnight, careful not to disturb him, and then went to my room.
It was strange — she was no longer my wife, and yet, having her here in my house, even if just for the night, felt like I was holding on to something that was long gone. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I had ended up here. Wondering what had happened to the love we once shared.
I couldn’t quite make sense of it, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
The Midnight Revelation
I woke up at 12:40 AM, the familiar ache of being a light sleeper kicking in. It wasn’t unusual for me. I had been a parent long enough to be hypervigilant, always listening for a cry, always waiting for something to go wrong.
But this time, I wasn’t hearing the usual silence of the house. I heard something else — something faint, something soft, but unmistakable.
Footsteps.
I lay perfectly still, listening. The sound was coming from the living room. Diane had left the light on in the kitchen, and I could see the glow from the crack under my door. The house was quiet otherwise. I strained to hear.
The footsteps stopped, and then I heard it. A voice.
