September 3, 2026

I returned without warning after four years in Canada and found my wife with a shaved head, skin and bones, eating scraps in the backyard. My mother said she had brought this punishment upon herself.

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t want anyone worrying.”

That was the truth.

Just not all of it.

I tapped the screen once and held the phone against my chest.

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