I laid awake in bed thinking about what had happened the night before in the kitchen. What if Haley had heard me cum, or heard what Cari was doing? What if she caught on to what was going on? Her apartment flooding was the worst thing that could have happened to me and I wondered if it was all just a part of her sick plan to get into the house. Maybe her apartment was fine and there was no flood at all.
I looked over at the digital clock on my nightstand. 1:46 am. I wondered if I would ever get to sleep as I stared at Haley next to me. She was rolled over onto her side facing away from me, fast asleep. When my wife sleeps, not even a nuclear blast can wake her. She slept so soundly, and here I was awake and staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, I heard a soft creak from across the bedroom. A stream of light slipped through the growing crack in the door and I tried to see through the dark room to see who was opening the door. At first I assume one of the kids had come in after a nightmare or something, but soon I saw that it was not one of my children sneaking into my bedroom so late at night. It was Cari.