Carefully built.
Like a life that had been edited for me.
“Call 911,” I said.
“Izzy—”
“No.”
Something inside my voice changed.
He heard it.
We both did.
“Do it.”
Later, when everything unraveled—
When the police came.
When the truth spilled out piece by piece.
When I learned he had taken that baby—his baby—from our front porch and moved him, hoping our daughter would find him instead…
That was the moment I understood something I couldn’t unsee.
Infidelity breaks trust.
But this?
This was something else.
He hadn’t just lied to me.
He had used our child’s innocence as a shield.
A cover.
A way to stand beside me and pretend he was just as shocked.
Just as innocent.
Just as blindsided.
And that…
That was the moment my love didn’t just crack.
It ended.
That night, after the hospital.
After I met Gwen.
