My husband hi:t me at dinner. No wa:rning, just silence. One second I was laughing at my brother-in-law’s joke… The next, my head sna:pped sideways. No one moved. Then his mother leaned in and whispered, “I stayed… don’t be me.”

dinner recording had already uploaded to the cloud.

By the next morning, Richard had rewritten reality.

“You slipped,” he told me over coffee, sliding a cup across the kitchen island.
“Everyone saw you drinking.”

“I had half a glass.”

“You’re emotional.”

“I laughed.”

“At Daniel’s joke,” he snapped. “At my expense.”

Behind him, sunlight poured across our perfectly continue reading …