Cuts Like Glass by Dana Feldman

Author:Dana Feldman [Feldman, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2015-04-18T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

TRUTH

I’m in the kitchen making myself a drink when he comes home. I hear him call out to me to see if I’m here.

“Hello, Ella?”

“In here,” I shout, and ask if he wants to join me on the patio for a drink. A few moments later I come out with two drinks. I hand him one, and we click glasses. It’s early evening just before sunset. The sky is painted with its usual splashes of orange, pink and yellow.

“Cheers,” we both say in unison. “I hope you like it,” I add.

“It’s good,” he says, smiling at me over the rim of his glass. “What is it?”

“Vodka, a splash of pineapple juice, some fresh lime and lemon. It’s become my new favorite.”

“I can see why,” he says.

We haven’t spoken much since dinner the other night. I’ve almost been avoiding the topic, not knowing exactly how to approach the subject. Also, the timing hasn’t been good.

We’ve been like passing ships, not home much at the same time. He’s been leaving very early for work before I get up, and I’ve been coming in a bit late in the evenings. There’s a lingering silence.

“I have to ask you a question,” I begin, wondering how to say this without offending him in the off chance that I’m wrong. It’s always possible that I, in fact, left the safe unlocked. I’ve been very tired lately, under a lot of stress. It’s possible. The Tylenol is another story, albeit a much more easily explainable one.

“Ok,” he says. “Anything.”

“The other day when I came home early and you were home, not feeling well,” I say, gauging his reaction. He’s looking at me, revealing nothing, allowing me to finish. “It’s not that I mind if you go in my room or anything, but I’m just curious what you were doing? And please don’t say getting Tylenol because the bottle I had hadn’t been opened.”

“I saw that when I picked it up and didn’t want to open a brand new bottle. But then I saw another almost empty one on the bottom shelf in your medicine cabinet. I’m sorry I took it without asking. I just didn’t want to bother you by calling or texting over something so small. I wanted to replace them and got you another bottle.”

I feel like a real ass as he pulls out a new bottle from his pocket and hands it to me. Now I remember that I did have an older bottle that I left on the shelf right below the new bottle. I thank him as I take the bottle from his extended hand.

“You didn’t have to repay me with an entire new bottle. You only took a few.”

“I know. But I felt bad. Going into your personal space and all.”

And then I think about the safe. I look at him. His eyes betray nothing. He looks perfectly calm and composed. He doesn’t know that I know about the safe. Or at least I think that I know about the safe.

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