They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

when I’d caught him trying to sneak his vegetables into the houseplant.

“Before you exhaust yourselves trying to explain,” Thomas said, raising one hand with the practiced authority of a man who has quieted many rooms, “you should know that we read the emails.”

Clara turned pink all the way to her ears. “The tablet,” she whispered.

“You left it on the continue reading …