The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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open, and see my wife standing there.
Was it so wrong of me to have been curious?
We’d been so open and loving before she got pregnant,
and most of the way through it. We’d talked
about anything and everything. I still wonder if I only
imagined how weird she seemed to be in her quiet moments
after the seventh month, or if was I only noticing
what had been there all along. And just as she
really seemed to be getting back to her old self…
I’d brought home flowers to celebrate. I was
going to sit down, and ask openly and gently what this
strangeness between us had been. We were going to
celebrate the fact that whatever this weird mood was,
it had passed; and we were all fine as a family now.
I’d come home early. Most of me agrees that
I didn’t know she was... feeding our daughter. In the
most literal of truth I didn’t. But that little voice in the
back of my head always points out that the only time
that door was closed, is when she was feeding our
daughter Isana. Was that really it? Was that the real
reason I threw the door open? Because inside I was
dying to know what she did in there when the door
was shut? Because I wanted so badly to know what
was in that locked room? Well I got my answer. One
of them anyway. A handful of answers, and so many
more questions. A swan would’ve been less than no
problem; and at least a half serpent is still half human.
It looked like she’d been crossing the room.
I’d caught her at the worst time; and from the worst
angle. I could see everything, and it was all wrong.
Gone was the pert, round butt which I’d seen so little
of lately; replaced by… how to describe them? The