For the first two years of our marriage, there was a quiet, steady rhythm I never questioned. On the first Saturday of ever
For the first two years of our marriage, my husband had a routine: the first Saturday of every month he’d leave mid-morning and come back a few hours later with ordinary things—groceries, pastries, errands done. His reasons always sounded normal, and I never questioned them because trust doesn’t feel like suspicion; it just assumes the…