Chapter 2BIANCA POVI drove home in silence, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The house was dark when I arrived, exactly as I'd left it—the forgotten cake still sitting on the counter, the candles I'd bought still in their package, the birthday I'd hoped might finally matter nothing but another day that proved how little I did.Just then, a notification popped up on my phone: Mia had posted something new. My thumb scrolled mechanically through Mia's Facebook album, titled "Our Journey - 47/100." Forty-seven activities down, fifty-three to go. The new post is a photo. There they were: Matthew, Theo, and Mia. His hand rested on Mia's shoulder, protective and tender. And, Theo sat on her lap, his arms wrapped around her neck. The caption read: "My amazing birthday!"I sat in the empty house, staring at a photo on my phone until my eyes burned. I could not believe this, that my husband and son would hurt me like this, showing no regard for my f
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