He had betrayed everyone who trusted him.
I carried May to the car.
Daniel followed us the entire way.
Repeating my name.
Begging me to listen.
Begging me to understand.
But I couldn’t hear him anymore.
Not really.
Because all I could think about was my daughter sitting quietly in our living room while another woman visited our house.
How many times had she seen it?
How many lies had she witnessed?
How long had this been happening?
The questions were endless.
The answers were unbearable.
That night, I packed a bag.
Daniel stood in the kitchen watching.
Trying desperately to repair something that had already shattered.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
The oldest lie in the world.
And perhaps the weakest.
Because sometimes things are exactly what they look like.
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