“Oh, Phylissssss. Come on out.” Sam squinted into their darkened living room, the bloodied baseball bat grasped firmly.
Each step took him further into the room. He’d find her soon, he knew it. She’d never been good at hiding or staying quiet. If she could do the latter, he never would’ve found out about her plans.
Coming home early had some benefits.
Leave me, will she. I’ll show her.
After all their years together, this wasn’t how he expected things to go. He wasn’t worried about explaining his brother’s body in the bedroom, or his wife’s, whenever he found her.