Jake.By the time I pull into the driveway, it’s nearly ten. The night air is heavy the kind that feels like it’s holding its breath.So am I.Part of me doesn’t want to walk through that door, to face my wife, Amina. Not because I’m afraid of her, Amina but because I’m afraid of what I will see when I do look at her, knowing everything I know now. For years, I thought coming home to her meant peace, stability. A life rebuilt from loss. Now I know it was all built on a lie and manipulation. I didn't even know her, like really know her. I step inside quietly, expecting the house to be dark. Instead, the scent of vanilla candles hits me first then her voice.“Honey, you are home, Jake?”She appears from the kitchen, wearing one of her silk robes, her hair loose around her shoulders. She is smiling too wide, too bright. It doesn’t reach her eyes. This is confusing because the last time I saw her, she was yelling at me all types of accusations. She walks over like she has been waiting
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