During my lunch break, I rushed home to cook for my sick wife. As soon as I entered the house, I was stunned and my face turned pale at what I saw in the bathroom.
When Matthew opened the bathroom door and saw his wife soaking wet, pale, and being held in the arms of his cousin James, the first thing he felt was not fear, but a brutal pang of betrayal. For three seconds, no one moved. The shower water continued to run with an unbearable constancy, as if…
