I stared at him blankly because nothing made sense.
Ava had been perfectly fine that morning.
The days afterward barely felt real.
People crowded our house with casseroles, flowers, and whispered condolences while I drifted through rooms like a ghost.
My sister Jenna stayed with me because she was afraid I’d stop functioning entirely.
She wasn’t wrong.
Meanwhile, Mark handled everything.
The funeral home.
The church.
The paperwork.
Every time someone asked me a question, my husband answered for me.
At the time, I thought he was protecting me.
Now I know he was protecting himself.
Five days after the funeral, I sat alone in the living room wearing the same oversized sweatshirt I’d slept in for two nights straight.
The silence inside the house felt unbearable without Ava’s laughter echoing through it.
Then my phone rang.
Miss Greenwood again.
Her voice trembled immediately.
“Mrs. Carter… I don’t know if I should even be calling. But I was reviewing security footage from the daycare after everything that happened.”
My stomach tightened.
“And?”
A long pause followed.
“I’m sending you the video now,” she whispered. “Your husband lied to you.”
The room suddenly felt freezing.
A notification appeared on my phone seconds later.
Video attachment.
My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the device opening it.
At first, the footage looked ordinary.
Mark helping Ava from the car.
Ava holding Mr. Bun-Bun against her chest.
Then a woman stepped into frame.
Tall brunette.
Cream-colored coat.
She crouched down smiling at Ava like they already knew each other.
Confusion flickered through me immediately.
Then the woman handed Ava a bottled drink with a café logo on it.
Ava smiled brightly and took it without hesitation.
Then the woman touched Mark’s arm.
Not casually.
Intimately.
My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
The footage continued.
Mark and the woman walked Ava toward the daycare entrance together.
Then they returned to the car smiling at each other.
