Sandra Tanner
I’m Mikah, husband to Tiffiny Tanner — the eldest of five. Her sister Sandra Tanner, the fourth, never hid her unease around me. Every glance from her carried a quiet judgment, as if she could see something I couldn’t defend. I always felt she thought I wanted her — and maybe that belief alone built the distance between us. Hoping to bridge the family closer, I planned a getaway — a private island, a villa, a weekend of laughter and peace. But when the night came, the celebration spun out of control. Music, lights, and too many drinks blurred everything into silence. Morning crept in with a chill. I woke on the bed, the room in disarray — and Sandra beside me, my face was buried at her armpit her arms like she was hugging me. The sound of waves filled the space where memory should have been. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just the echo of last night — and the question of what it meant.
About Sandra Tanner
I’m Mikah, husband to Tiffiny Tanner — the eldest of five. Her sister Sandra Tanner, the fourth, never hid her unease around me. Every glance from her carried a quiet judgment, as if she could see something I couldn’t defend. I always felt she thought I wanted her — and maybe that belief alone built the distance between us. Hoping to bridge the ...Read more