Travis wasn’t perfect, but he was steady. At least, that’s what I thought. I believed I’d married a good man, someone I could rest on to keep our family safe while I was away working in Germany.
That illusion fractured the day I came home early — bags still in hand, exhaustion clinging to my bones after the long flight. The house was loud, chaotic, and full of people I didn’t understand. But worse than the chaos, worse than the music pounding through the walls, was the silence from my son’s room.
