Each stair creaked under my weight, my pulse quickening with every step. The bedroom door was half open. Through the narrow gap, I experienced shadows moving. I pushed the door slightly, and there they were.

Claire. My wife. Entwined in the sheets with a man I’d never seen before.

Our bed. The one I thought I’d been combating to come home to.

On the nightstand, our wedding photo leaned to one side, its smiling faces mocking me. I stood there for what felt like forever ten seconds, maybe more watching in stunned silence. They didn’t even notice me.