A Curse That Saw Their Secret Nights
Language: en
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I suddenly developed a bizarre ability. I could see exactly how many times people had slept together. I looked just above Tristan’s head. A dense, hovering cluster of crimson threads floated in the air. One thread equaled one time. My face flushed hot as I carefully counted them. Ninety-nine threads. They were all one-way, pointing exclusively to me. I was sitting in a local cafe waiting for my best friend, planning to tell her all about this crazy hallucination. But my phone suddenly vibrated, blowing up with a barrage of texts. "Who are you out with? A…