ALICE

The house was finally quiet.

I had just tucked little Emma and Noah into bed, reading them two extra stories until their eyes grew heavy. Now the only sounds were the low hum of the fridge and my own nervous breathing as I sat on the living room couch in my tiny denim shorts and tight white tank top.

Dominic was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. His wife, Claire, was away for the weekend at her sister’s bachelorette party. It was just me and him in this big, beautiful house.

I knew I should leave. I had been babysitting for the past six months, and lately the...