So I gave him space.
And he used that space to drift even further away.
The night everything fell apart started with a good intention.
The kids were staying at my mom’s for the weekend. Daniel had been working nonstop.
I thought maybe we needed a reset.
So I planned a surprise.
I cleaned the house. Lit candles. Ordered his favorite takeout. Put on the nice lingerie that had been buried in my drawer for months.
I even played the music we used to listen to when we first met.
At the last minute, I realized I forgot dessert.
So I ran to the bakery.
I was gone maybe twenty minutes.
When I pulled back into the driveway, Daniel’s car was already there.
I smiled.
Perfect timing.
Then I opened the front door.
And heard laughter.
A woman’s laugh.
A laugh I recognized immediately.
Esther.
My sister.
For a moment my brain tried to explain it away.
Maybe she stopped by. Maybe they were talking in the kitchen.
But the house felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too intimate.
I walked slowly down the hallway toward our bedroom.
The door was almost closed.
I pushed it open.
And everything changed.
Esther stood by the dresser, her shirt half unbuttoned.
