Caught red handed
As Leo lowered his pants and squatted down into position, Isabella’s voice pierced the quiet morning air: “What the hell?”
Her tone was sharp, laced with disbelief. I quickly reached for her arm, pulling her back as she began shouting his name.
It was a surreal moment, seeing her husband exposed in such an embarrassing act. The tension was thick as I was unsure whether to comfort her or focus on the scene unfolding.
It was a moment neither of us was prepared for.