Hearing His Voice
One evening, Edith baked a batch of fresh cookies and, driven by her own unease, decided to bring them to Sherie’s house. She had never even met the woman before. As she knocked on the door, her heart quickened at the unmistakable sound of her husband’s voice from inside. Anxiety surged through her as she realized not only was Harold there, but he was inside Sherie’s home—something she hadn’t known at all.
Hearing His Voice
Uneasy Atmosphere
Sherie greeted Edith at the door with a warm smile, yet the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. The room fell unnervingly silent as Edith handed over the cookies, leaving her with the distinct feeling that she had interrupted something—or someone—unwelcome. Later that evening, in the soft, muted glow of their bedroom, Edith turned to Harold, her voice heavy with apprehension. “Harold,” she began, her tone steady but laced with vulnerability, “I can’t shake the feeling that something is happening between you and Sherie. Please, I need you to be honest with me.” Her eyes searched his face, desperate for answers.
Uneasy Atmosphere