CALDER.

The house was dark when I got home.

Dad’s meeting ran late just like Professor Voss said. I left the front door unlocked and went straight upstairs. The sleep shirt came off. I lay on the bed naked with the silk tie still around my wrist and waited.

He arrived just after nine. No knock. The bedroom door opened and closed. He locked it this time. The hallway light cut across his shoulders for a second before everything went black again.

“Lights stay off,” he said. “I want to feel you more than see you. But I still want your face.”

I heard clothes hitting the floor. The mattress...