Chapter 4

That night, after Clifford finished his shower, he stretched out on the bed, phone in hand.

I was right next to him, eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

He thought I was out cold.

But I could hear him messaging someone on his phone.

I could hear his fingers tapping away on the phone screen.

Sometimes, he'd quietly laugh to himself.

It was barely audible.

But I heard it.

He was chatting with Una, right next to me, in our bed.

I kept my eyes shut and stayed still.

I listened.

I listened to him laugh, to the sound of his…