Embers of Deceit
Language: en
In the middle of the night, I received an emergency dispatch to unlock a door. As a firefighter, I arrived at the scene as quickly as possible. It was a couple playing games, and the woman’s handcuffs were stuck. I went through the standard procedure, asking the man if there were any other hazards in the room. The man laughed and shook his head, a playful look on his face. I felt a bit weirded out. That was until I looked down and saw the woman on the bed. She had used her hair to completely cover her face. But exposed on her thigh was a butterfly tattoo—identical to the one on my…