Real love does not make your best friend stand over your bed while your husband steals from you.
Sometimes I think about the exact second I crawled under that bed.
I had been trying to create a memory.
I ended up uncovering the truth instead.
And even now, long after the charges, the statements, the paperwork, and the shame they earned for themselves, the part that still haunts me most is not that monsters can look ordinary.
It is that betrayal can wear the faces you once trusted most, and for a while, until the footsteps change, it can sound exactly like love.
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