Ten months.
I had been married to William for ten months.
Sometimes, I still found myself thinking about that number because, honestly, I never thought I would make it this far.
Ten months ago, I had walked into this house with Theo, uncertain about everything.
Now?
This house felt like home.
Theo was healthy. He was thriving in school. He had friends, teachers who knew him, and a routine he actually enjoyed. I had become one of those parents who attended meetings, joined the parents’ group chat, and knew what was happening at school before Theo even came home to tell me.
And somehow, I had become part of William’s life too.
That was the part that still surprised me.
William had changed.
Or perhaps I was simply noticing things I hadn’t noticed before.
He had developed this stran
