A woman's nagging goes a little too far.
Six thirty, Friday evening, she isn't home. He lets himself into the empty flat and flops down on the sofa. He kicks off his shoes without untying the laces. The end of another shitty week. He leans back and shuts his eyes, then ping, new message received. It's from her. “ Leaving work now. I'll be home around 19 :15." He reads the message, lets the phone drop onto his chest,...Read On