Married for just a year, yet every night her husband slept in his mother’s room.
inside the dimly lit room, Grace’s eyes widened, struggling to comprehend the scene unfolding before her. In the faint glow of a bedside lamp, Ethan was sitting at the edge of his mother’s bed, reading aloud from a worn, leather-bound journal. Mrs. Turner, propped up by an array of pillows, was listening intently, her eyes…