Five Years Later

I walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.

When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I've caught her in the act once again, have I?

Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Sabrina on the bed. She's lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her ...