I stood in our bedroom, my heart racing, when I spotted it—a bright, cheerful birthday card lying on his nightstand. It was addressed to him, signed ‘Mom.’ Confusion clawed at my throat. “Your mom lives in Texas, right? Why would she send it here?” I asked, my voice shaking. He froze, the color draining from his face. That moment shattered everything, and I could feel my world tipping toward chaos. Who was this really from?
I don’t think I can put into words how everything spiraled from there. It’s like the ground beneath…