Eric quietly turned the key in the lock, and stumbled in. The cupboard hinge squealed as he got a glass for water. He looked in on the kids, breathing deeply in the night.
Becky didn’t stir as he made his way slowly across the bedroom, nor when he took off his pants, belt jingling in the dark. He carefully plucked the book from her relaxed fingers, and laid it on the night stand. She still had her glasses on. Those could stay, he decided.
He carefully pulled six inches of tape from the roll, and forced it over her mouth.