For years, I believed I knew her completely. A good kid, a quiet house, a life without sharp edges—until a single offhand comment cracked everything open. One altered routine. One distant smile. One morning spent following my own daughter through streets I thought I understood. Behind a closed bedroom door, I heard voices that didn’t match the story I’d been tell… Continues…
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