I never once thought of this place as their house. It was always ours, his and mine, and she was only allowed to stay here because he said so. Stacy was just the wife. I'll give her that title because it's what she legally is, but she'd never be anything more than that to me. She's here when she's here, but mostly she's not. She's a nurse so she's always working night shifts, or extra shifts, or whatever, but half the time she's hardly here anyway.

Me? I'm here every day and always have been. I know everything about this place from how far you can open the door before it creaks, to the way he loosens his tie right after he walks through the door. I doubt she even knows that he almost always pours himself a drink as soon as he gets home. These are the little things a woman should know about her man, and she doesn't. But I do.