Jason

I’m sitting on the couch drinking red wine and breathing heavily, trying to control my anger and worries. Bullets of sweat diver down my face and drop from my chin onto my white button up shirt. My loosened tie hangs from my neck and I watch the front door waiting for it to open. You finally open the door and sneak in quietly not seeing me sitting in the dark. Care to tell me where you’ve been young lady. I say in a stern voice.