I didn’t always recognize myself in photographs.
I tried not to dwell on it.
I had children who needed me. I had a husband who, I believed, loved me.
I had a family.
I thought that was enough.
Until I heard Richard speaking to his friends.
The Conversation That Ended My Innocence
That evening had started like any other family gathering.
Richard had invited three friends over for dinner. They arrived carrying drinks, laughing loudly, and talking about business.
I spent most of the afternoon preparing food.
Samuel was fussy,
