Mary

It seems that I’ve gained some kind of magical ability recently. Out of nowhere, I started hearing my husband's thoughts. Such a power, so dangerous and so tempting.

It wasn’t all the time at first, but then I started to learn how to control it. I decide when I want to use it; it’s all about my mental strength.

I most likely can’t hear other people’s thoughts, only my husband’s. To be honest, that’s a huge relief. I wouldn’t know how to manage such power otherwise.

And the fact that I can control it makes it bearable. At least I can respect his privacy. It’s not like I need to know every little detail about him, I already know him well enough. Or so I think.

I don’t usually use this for my own benefit... but sometimes, just sometimes, he deserves to be reprimanded.

I’m almost sure he doesn’t know about my powers. Almost. Because, who knows?

To him, I must seem like the same normal housewife I’ve always been—and I intend to remain in that role.

But I’m watching him right now, just there in the living room, and the dilemma hits me every time.

I wonder... I just wonder what he’s thinking.

I just want to take a peek. I just want to hear his voice—even if it’s only the voice inside his mind.

I step closer and stand behind him.

Mary: “Honey…”

I say it calmly, expecting him to turn his gaze toward me.