My husband, Víctor, did not suddenly become cruel one terrible morning.
He became cruel by inches.
By the time I was six months pregnant, those inches had become my whole world.
When we first met, he had the kind of charm that made everyone lower their guard.
He remembered little details.
He called me beautiful in rooms full of people.
He opened doors.
He brought flowers.
He made me feel chosen.
Looking back now, I understand that people like Víctor are often most dangerous when they are still pretending to be safe.
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