Sasha

I hurled my favourite coffee mug on the floor in frustration. Dexter had lied to my face. I thought that he would come clean and tell me about his trip to the strip club. I didn’t want to cry, but when my stomach revolted I ran to the bathroom to throw up again, probably because I was so angry at him. Maybe I should have waited until we had dinner. The minute he came home I started interrogating him. This wasn’t wise, so it was no surprise that he kicked off.

Dexter had seen that stripper for a reason, but he refused to say anything. Maybe he was taking...