September 3, 2026

I returned without warning after four years in Canada and found my wife with a shaved head, skin and bones, eating scraps in the backyard. My mother said she had brought this punishment upon herself.

Brianna looked ready to run.

Lucy’s fingers tightened around my sleeve.

Instead, I opened my banking app.

“I was going to tell everyone tonight,” I said quietly. “But I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Theresa narrowed her eyes.

“Tell us what?”

I looked down at the screen.

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