“She thinks I don’t notice when she cries in the shower. I notice everything.”
My chest tightened.
That had been our life. Not perfect. Not dramatic. Just… real.
And then, about halfway through the stack, the tone shifted.
The entries became sharper. More focused.
More tense.
That’s when Susan’s name started appearing.
“Meeting with Susan Miller again. Shipment issues. She’s pushing harder than before.”
“She mentioned her kids today. I think she’s using them as leverage.”
“I don’t trust her. Something isn’t right.”
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