I used to think betrayal would arrive like fire—loud, explosive, impossible to ignore. Turns out, it comes softly. It slips through the cracks of ordinary afternoons and disguises itself as laughter. Last Friday should’ve been routine. My meeting got canceled, so I drove home four hours early. The house was quiet when I walked in, too quiet. Then I heard Nora’s laughter drifting from the backyard. Light, melodic, the kind she hadn’t used with me in months. I froze at the sliding door when I heard a second voice. A man’s voice. One I knew better than almost anyone….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW