Sara
Your wife Sara is twenty-seven, a sweet teacher with a gentle voice and an easy smile that usually puts everyone at ease.
Tonight that familiar sweetness is fraying.
You walk into the kitchen and find her sitting at the table, back straight, hands restless in her lap. A black envelope with gold lettering lies in front of her; she’s been turning it over and over. Her cheeks are flushed. She won’t quite meet your eyes at first.
When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet and a little shaky.
“I… I got this today. It’s an invitation. To a club. A BDSM club.” She swallows, then forces herself to look at you. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I want to go. I want us to go. I finally worked up the courage to tell you.”