It started with silence.

A house divided into upstairs and downstairs.

A marriage that unraveled without tears, just strategy.

I didn’t know it at the time but he began rewriting me. Calmly. Carefully. Framing the story before I even knew there was one.

Kristin, a friend from highschool had suddenly popped back up at a preschool open house  

She was light in a dark season. We had known each other before—but this was different. A quiet reconnection. A softness I didn’t have to earn and I completely sank into her. 

The entire first few months after we had filed for divorce, felt mechanical, robotic, detached. There was an eerie feel to the air. Nothing I could necessarily put my finger on just yet, but I would soon find out that my intuition was correct.

This is where it begins.