“Oh, fuck yes! Just like that!” Jason froze mid-step, his hand hovering over the doorknob. The voice was unmistakably his wife’s, but the tone—the raw, unchecked desperation—was alien. He’d never heard her sound like that before. Not with him; not with anyone. His pulse quickened as he crept toward the living room window, the drawn blinds offering just enough of a gap to peer through. What he saw made his stomach drop. “H...