My husband arrived at my door with my cousin, two babies, and a smug grin, declaring, ‘She lives here now.’ I handed him the keys, smiled back, and said “HOPE YOU ENJOY THE HOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW”

is often just survival viewed from the outside.

A month later, I received a message I didn’t expect.

From Lena.

No long explanation.

No attempt to rewrite history.

Just a photo.

Two babies asleep side by side.

And a single line:

They’re innocent in this.

I stared at it longer than I should have.

Because she wasn’t wrong.

They were.

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