Today, around 11:00 AM, Clara returned home after a 4-month business trip.

She withdrew it.

Then, almost angrily at herself, she grabbed the corner of the sheet and yanked it up.

A lock of hair. Long. Dark. Not hers.

That was it.

He didn’t need to see any more.

His body stiffened, as if someone had replaced his blood with glass. For a second, two, three… nothing. No thought. No logic. Just a raw, direct, almost animalistic sensation.

Then came.

A wave.