The morning felt peaceful. Clean. Ours.
My phone buzzed once.
Final settlement approved.
I deleted the message.
Then I kissed my son’s forehead.
“Let’s go out,” I whispered.
This time…
I had just given birth when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “Take the bus home. I’m taking my family to hotpot.” Two hours later, his voice was shaking on the phone: “Claire… what did you do? Everything is gone.”
