Cold Season
"Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?"
Sheila scrambled for the covers, trying to hide, while Jeff was drenched in sweat, clumsily trying to get his pants on.
My eyes were red with rage as I stepped toward them, knife in hand.
"Tristan, what are you doing?" Sheila's voice shook as she screamed at me.
However, I was beyond reason.
"I'm going to kill you both."
I swung the knife at Jeff, but he was quick. He grabbed the nightstand and hurled it at me. It hit me before I could get out of the way.
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