I found this in my husband’s pants pocket when I was about to wash his clothes.

My heart jumped when I saw it. Cold, pointed, heavy in my hand. It looked like something that could hurt, or belong to someone who knows exactly how to. He shrugged, said he had “no idea” what it was, but that only made my mind race faster. I turned it over, again and again, imagining stories, danger, secrets. Each angle made it look more deliberate,continue reading …