I thought I was helping my husband through a rough patch.
Loans.
Bills.
“Temporary” setbacks.
I worked overtime.
I sold my mother’s jewelry.
I told myself love meant sacrifice.
Then I opened our shared laptop and found a school invoice.
Not for a loan.
Not for a bank.
For private elementary school tuition… in a city we never lived in… for a child with his last name.
That’s when it hit me:
The debts weren’t ours.
They were the cost of a second life.
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