The Guest Room Betrayal
Language: en
It was the weekend. My wife had invited a male colleague over for dinner. As the three of us walked up to the front door of our house, the colleague reached out, casually pressing his thumb against the biometric scanner of our smart lock. A soft chime rang out. The deadbolt clicked open. I stood frozen on the porch, staring at him. Rebecca glanced at me, her tone perfectly breezy. "He's been over a few times for work. I had him add his fingerprint. It’s just easier this way." Her colleague offered me a polite, easy smile. I smiled back, a hollow stretching of my lips. Then I turned around,…