My stomach tightened.
“No, I would’ve fought—”
“You would’ve tried, but he made sure you’d have little to fight with. I knew what my son was capable of.”
I shook my head, but for the first time, I started to wonder—
What if I hadn’t just lost everything?
What if I’d been losing it slowly… without even realizing?
The next morning, I couldn’t sit still.
Peter offered to take the kids to school, and I let him.
Something felt different after our conversation—like I needed to start taking control again.
