Thanksgiving was meant to be a joyful celebration with family, filled with laughter and the aroma of turkey roasting. My husband, Peter, busied himself in the kitchen while I ensured everyone felt at home. The holiday seemed perfect—until unexpected revelations turned it into something far from festive.
Our daughter Emma, usually full of curiosity and chatter, acted unusually quiet. Late at night, she stared out the window, fidgeting with her dress hem, unable to sit still. Little did I know that the secrets unveiled that day would not only shock me but also set the stage for a heartbreaking end to my relationship.
