Q. (United States) published:
I glance at the clock. 1:43am. “Shoot.” I whisper under my breath, I am way later then I told Marcy I would be. I tiptoe through the cluttered room trying to avoid collision with a mess I had probably forgotten to clean up. Peeking into the kitchen, I see the sink empty of dishes and I feel a pang of guilt knowing she had done my job for me.
The door to our bedroom is slightly open but all...
about 3 years ago