Stanley

I couldn’t wait to finish everything at the office and head back to Frida. The thought of her waiting for me back home fills me with thrills.

I can’t wait to kiss her and embrace her again. Maybe we stay in bed and watch movies all night.

I slip the key into the lock and push the door open. I am surprised to find Frida standing in the middle of the room, tense and alert. She looks almost scared.

I figure out instantly that something is wrong. “What’s happened?” I ask, ...