I fully intended to beat the shit out of Wyatt when I arrived at his house that evening. While keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel of my truck, I imagined what I was going to do to the man once I got my hands on him. I knew from the photos the private investigator sent me that Wyatt was taller and probably a good deal stronger than I was, but I had one advantage: unadulterated hatred coursing through my ve...

Alma nestled in my arms after we made love, her eyelids growing heavy. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know about Wyatt." A fierce jolt coursed through my wife, as if my words had literally shocked her. She immediately withdrew from my embrace, her face etched with panic. "What are you talking about, Sam?" Even in the soft lamplight, I could see her trembling. I merely...