The Morning after

Kierra woke up the next afternoon in a place that looked like her home—but something felt off. Her head throbbed, and for the life of her, she couldn’t remember how she got there. She reached instinctively for her phone but didn’t see it. Groaning, she got out of bed to look for it and eventually found it on the nightstand. As she grabbed it, her hand brushed against something sharp on her forehead.

“What the heck?” she muttered.

She brought her fingers down to examine them—and stopped cold.

“That’s… not my ring.”

A gleaming piece of jewelry sparkled on her finger. Kierra stared at it, her mind trying to rewind to the night before.

She tapped her phone to life—and froze. A video looped on the screen: her and Kelly. Kissing. Deeply. Passionately.

“Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Johnson,” she whispered in disbelief, pulling back from the phone. She lifted her hand and stared again at the ring.

“She’s my wife…”

And just like that, flashes of the night before came flooding back.