The Midnight Investigation
That night, the house felt unnervingly quiet. After ensuring the twins were locked in the deep, heavy sleep of the growing, Leigh moved like a shadow into the guest room. Derek was dead to the world, his breathing heavy and ragged, the side effects of his “exhaustion” pinning him to the mattress.
With trembling fingers, she reached for his phone on the nightstand. The device felt heavy, a black box of potential destruction. She felt a surge of nausea—this was a line she had never crossed in their marriage. But as she bypassed the lock screen, the “delicate balance” she had been maintaining finally snapped.
