AFTER I DROPPED MY SON AT THE AIRPORT, OUR HOUSEKEEPER CALLED AND SAID, “CHECK THE CAMERAS—YOUR WIFE IS SETTING YOU UP”
PART 2: THE POISON IN MY COFFEE I slept two hours that night. Maybe less. Every noise woke me. Wind against the shutters. Branches scraping the roof. A distant owl. The cabin settled in small creaks that sounded too much like footsteps. At dawn, gray light slipped through cracks in the curtains. I sat at…
