Stanley
I couldn’t wait to finish everything at the office and head back to Frida. The thought of her waiting for me back home fills me with thrills.
I can’t wait to kiss her and embrace her again. Maybe we stay in bed and watch movies all night.
I slip the key into the lock and push the door open. I am surprised to find Frida standing in the middle of the room, tense and alert. She looks almost scared.
I figure out instantly that something is wrong. “What’s happened?” I ask, stepping towards her.
“I just…I did something I shouldn’t have done, but now I have questions,” Frida says, her voice trembling.
I move closer to her, feeling the tension in the air thickening. “What did you do, Frida?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her eyes meet mine and she takes a deep breath. “I we
