The lie snapped something awake. One second, I was the wife waiting at arrivals. The next, I was the woman watching her husband kiss another life goodbye. No tears. No scene. Just a decision sharpening in my chest. He thought I was small. He thought I was dependent. He thought I would go home and wai… Continues…
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