Something is wrong
This story has been submitted by Sonya, thank you for the story, Sonya 
He’s home. Finally.
“You’re late tonight. Big night out?”
My voice cracks a little.
“Nah, nothing special. Just went for a beer with some colleagues after work.”
My stomach turns. He doesn’t have beer breath, and there is a long, blond hair on the sleeve of his jacket. My hair is black.
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