New Prospects

Violet

I get in and pause before turning on the lights. Something’s off. I can’t say what, but I know it’s there.

Then I notice the outline of his figure, sitting in the armchair, the window behind him.

I instantly find the switch.

Conor is sitting a few feet away from me, drinking.

“Where were you?”

He asks and I close the door carefully behind me - to give myself time to think of an answer.

“Out. “

I say.

“Out?”

He growls the words.

“With who?”

“Since when is this sudden interest in how I spend my free time?”

“Since you have become my wife. “

“ Oh, come on, Conor…”

I let out a quiet protest slip my mouth. He grabs the glass and throws it. I almost jump in my spot. The crystal shatters and the hundreds of pieces fly with a clatter to the floor.

My heart is picking up its pace, but I am not going to show him that I am scared.

“I will give you one more chance to explain to me where you were. “

Conor says.

“I went out after work. Why are you here?”

“I have