in months, Daniel had nothing to defend himself against.
No accusation.
No demand for an explanation.
Only silence.
And for a man who had spent nearly a year using my questions as proof that I was the problem, that silence was something he did not know how to handle.
Chapter One: The Marriage That Slowly Disappeared
To understand why I stopped asking my husband where he spent his nights, you have to understand the woman I had been before that Sunday.
I was not always quiet.
I had not always
