I pushed the door open just a little.
The soft click of the handle sounded too loud in the quiet hallway. Light from the television spilled out in a thin line across the carpet. I leaned closer and looked inside.
My husband’s father sat in the armchair facing the screen. His back was to me at first, then he shifted and I saw everything.
He wasn't with anyone, he was watching a video. A porn video.
And the woman on the screen was me.
I froze. My hand stayed on the door. I could not pull it shut. I could not step back.
It was an old scene. My hair was longer then, dyed a lighter brown. I had on the thin black top that barely covered anything. A man I barely remembered was behind me, moving hard. My mouth was open. The sound coming from the speakers was my own voice, moaning and enjoyin
