But sometimes I do.
And whenever I see them, I remember that my perfect life did not collapse when Ethan whispered the truth.
It collapsed years earlier, one ignored bruise, one dismissed employee, one late evening, and one convenient explanation at a time.
The whisper only turned on the light.
And once I finally saw what had been living inside my home, I made a promise to my sons that no fear, no reputation, no marriage, and no amount of money would ever make me look away again.
