Mia felt the tension, too. She played with her cereal, eating nothing, and kept her gaze down.
When Matthew kissed me goodbye before work, his lips barely grazed my cheek. I watched him walk down the path, and I knew he must’ve taken the letter.
Why else would he be acting so strangely?
Overnight, my beautiful, gentle Matthew had become a stranger. I needed to figure out my next steps.
Should I confront him? How could I trust anything he said when he’d been hiding the truth all this time?
A small sound behind me broke the quiet.
Mia was drawing at the kitchen table.
I walked over.
“Hey, sweetheart… whatcha drawing?”
She froze for a second, then pushed the paper toward me without looking up. The picture was simple — Mommy lying down on a bed with a big rectangle clutched in her hand. Next to her stood a tiny stick-figure Mia with a dark X scribbled over her mouth.
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