Twenty-Eight Days Too Late
But the moment I pushed open the door, the blood in my veins turned to ice.
There, on our bed, Dan and Valerie were locked in a tight embrace. His shirt was unbuttoned, and her hand was resting lightly on his chest.
They sprang apart at the sound of the door.
Dan's face went pale with panic. He fumbled with his shirt, then grabbed my hand.
"Babe, what are you doing home? How's Ruby today? Is she asking about me?
"Don't get the wrong idea. I just finished Theo's transfusion, and Valerie was just looking after me, that's all."