I had barely driven two blocks when I realized I forgot my laptop charger. I sighed, turned the car around, and headed back home. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out.
I unlocked the front door quietly.
That was when I heard him.
“Drink it quickly… before my wife comes back.”
My entire body went still.
The voice was Marcus.
But I had left him alone.
Who was he talking to?
My chest tightened as I stepped forward, each movement slow, careful. The house felt different. Heavy. Like it was holding its breath.
The bedroom door was slightly open.
I leaned just enough to see inside.
And my world shattered.
Marcus stood near our bed holding a small red cup.
In front of him, sitting on our matrimonial bed, was a woman dressed in a loose red robe. Her hair was long and dark, cascading over her face, hiding her features.
He handed her the cup.
I saw it clearly.
It was urine.
“Drink,” he whispered.
My stomach twisted violently.
The woman raised the cup to her lips. She paused for a second… then suddenly her head tilted toward the door.
Toward me.
My heart stopped.
Did she see me?
But just as quickly, she turned back and drank it all.
Every drop.
I almost screamed.
My elbow accidentally brushed the door.