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"Every morning, I take my husband and our five-year-old son to the train station."

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A burden that did not belong to him.

I turned the key.

I didn't go home.

I drove aimlessly for a few minutes until visibility began to clear from the storm.

I wasn't going to shout.

He wasn't going to break in.

I wasn't going to offer them the show they might have been expecting.

If Daniel had built a lie, I was going to build a way out.

I did not return that day.

I took Ethan to kindergarten as usual, acting as if nothing had happened.

Then I drove to Daniel's office in town.

I needed to confirm something.

The receptionist recognized me.

—Hello, Mrs. Collins.

—Hello. Has Daniel arrived yet?

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