It was Ethan's little blue teddy bear.
The very one that my son had desperately searched for the night before going to sleep.
Daniel held it for a few seconds, smiled… then handed it to the woman.
She waved it in front of him, laughing, and they both laughed.
I felt the air leave my lungs.
It wasn't just a betrayal.
It was a desecration.
My house. My bathrobe. My son's teddy bear.
My life has become a stage for a perfectly rehearsed lie.
Ethan, sitting in the back, didn't understand the details, but he could feel the energy.
"Mom...?" she whispered.
I forced myself to keep my voice steady.
—Okay, darling. We'll just watch.
But nothing was going well.
Daniel did not go to the station that morning.
Instead, he took the woman's hand and they both went back into our house.
