Gilded Ash
Language: en
I took the red-eye out of London to make it back in time for our anniversary. I turned my key in the front door, slipping inside without a sound, hoping to catch her by surprise. Voices drifted from the living room, punctuated by clinking glasses and bursts of familiar laughter. Just as I stepped into the foyer, Brandon Miller—my closest friend since college—leaned toward my wife, Sierra. He had a glass of bourbon in one hand, his tie loosened, a smug, intimate grin curling his lips.