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The Marriage That Began in Sunshine
Grace remembered their wedding vividly — the way the spring air smelled of lilacs, how Ethan’s hand trembled as he slid the ring onto her finger.
He had been kind, patient, and deeply devoted — the sort of man who always noticed when her coffee was empty or when her shoulders sagged after a long day. His mother, Mrs. Turner, welcomed her warmly from the start, calling her “my daughter” before the ink on the marriage license had even dried.
But just a few weeks after they returned from their honeymoon, something began to shift.
Ethan started leaving the bed after dark. He’d say he couldn’t sleep, that he needed to “check on Mom,” who had been struggling with insomnia for years.
Grace didn’t question it at first. Mrs. Turner’s husband had passed away suddenly, and loneliness can cut deep when you’ve lost the person who once shared your bed.
Still, night after night, Grace listened to the sound of the door closing, the quiet footsteps fading down the hallway, and the whisper of something she couldn’t name filling the empty space beside her.
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