On our wedding night, in the house my husband once shared with his late wife, I found a letter hidden in my nightstand. It opened with a chilling warning: “If you’re reading this, he didn’t tell you the truth.” And suddenly, nothing felt safe.
I met Matthew last spring at a friend’s cookout.
I watched him from across the yard, and honestly, I was hooked pretty fast. He was gentle in a way most men aren’t anymore, you know? Soft-spoken, patient, almost careful with every word he chose.
Even then, I sensed he carried something fragile inside him. I had no idea how right I was.