The Life I Took Back

My wife invited a male coworker over for dinner on the weekend.

The three of us reached the front door, and her male coworker reached out and pressed his finger directly onto the fingerprint lock.

The door opened.

I stood in the doorway, looking at him.

My wife glanced at me, her tone perfectly natural. “He’s been here a few times before, so I registered his fingerprint. It’s more convenient this way.”

Her male coworker smiled at me.

I smiled too. Then I turned, went inside, picked up my bag, and headed back out.

My wife caught up to me. “Where are you going?”

I pulled the door open.