“Daddy” kept me going. A year later, I landed a remote cybersecurity job. The pay wasn’t huge, but it was steady.

We moved to a smaller place, and I rebuilt our lives.

Then, two years later, I saw Anna at a café—tired, crying.

She said she missed me, wanted to come back. Claimed she’d lost everything.

But when I asked about the kids, she said nothing. That silence told me everything. I walked away, laptop in hand, knowing some doors are better left closed.