After months away on duty, I came home expecting my wife’s embrace, but she flinched from my touch like I was a stranger. One night I lifted the blanket, searching for proof she had betrayed me, and froze at the bruises covering her body.
“Who did this to you?” I whispered. Her tears fell as she said, “Your mother and your brother forced me to sign everything over.”
I came home from duty with a medal in my bag and suspicion in my chest. My wife looked at me as if my shadow had learned to hurt her.
