“Let him keep wearing the headphones every night.”

“I promise I won’t,” she wrote.

I locked the screen.

The dark glass reflected the caged bulb over my head.

My wife was using the cover of my deployment to tear our marriage apart in front of our children.

She was spending my combat pay while bringing strangers through the house on Elm Street.

I turned my silver wedding band around my finger one final time.

I had to see exactly where my money was going.