But then came the “little things.” A missed call with a flimsy excuse. A strange, floral scent on his coat. A forced smile that didn’t reach his eyes. I told myself I was just exhausted and oversensitive. I was wrong.
THE DRAWING THAT BROKE THE SILENCE
Everything changed on a random Tuesday. David had an “interview” across town, so I took a rare day off for a “girls’ day” with Mia. We were in the kitchen, flour dusting the counters as we made dinosaur-shaped pancakes.
