A Stranger's Embrace

The searing pain on your hand pulls you back to the present. Another mitten ruined, another burn from the oven. It’s John’s favorite baked potatoes, and you want them perfect for him. Dahlia, your ever-present housekeeper, comes in, her familiar presence a comfort. She tends to your burn with honey, a home remedy from her own past.

As you prepare John’s meal, your mind drifts to him, to the impending wedding, to the future you’ve meticulously planned. You chatter excitedly to Dahlia about your love for John, every detail of your relationship, every dream of marriage and children. Dahlia smiles, indulging your romantic fantasies.

With the food packed, you head out into the cool night air, the image of John’s smiling face on your phone your only company. You hail a taxi, the journey to his house feeling full of anticipation. You imagine his delight, the intimate dinner you’ll share. But as you quietly enter his house, intending a sweet surprise, a soft sound from upstairs stops you. It’s too feminine to be John alone. Pushing open his bedroom door, your world shatters. John is on the bed, and a woman is with him.