At 11 p.m., she said she was going to her male best friend’s apartment to watch a movie. I told her to have fun. By 4 a.m., she came home to an!
Tuesday nights had become our ritual. I cooked, Sarah picked the movie, and for a few quiet hours life felt simple. That cold evening, garlic and thyme filled the apartment as I finished dinner, expecting another normal night together. But when Sarah walked in, something felt off. Fresh lipstick. Excited energy. Constantly smiling at her…