“You remember that?”
“I remember everything about that night,” Peter replied.
“And that’s why you married me?”
“That’s where it began. Not where it ended.”
Something in his voice made me uneasy.
“What do you mean?”
“Sean wasn’t just waiting for things to fall apart,” Peter said. “He was counting on it.”
My stomach tightened.
“No, I would’ve fought—”
“You would’ve tried, but he made sure you’d have little to fight with. I knew what my son was capable of.”
I shook my head, but for the first time, I started to wonder—
What if I hadn’t just lost everything?
What if I’d been losing it slowly… without even realizing?
The next morning, I couldn’t sit still.
Peter offered to take the kids to school, and I let him.
Something felt different after our conversation—like I needed to start taking control again.
While they were gone, I went into the garage.
Most of my belongings were still in boxes from after the divorce. I hadn’t had the energy to sort through them before.
I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for. I just started opening boxes.
Clothes. Old toys. Small appliances.
Then I found the first thing that didn’t make sense.
A notice from Jonathan’s school about a parent meeting I had supposedly missed. But I had never seen it.
I kept going.
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