At 4:30 in the morning, Emily Carter was holding her crying baby with one arm while stirring a pot of beans with the other when her husband walked into the kitchen and said, as casually as if he were asking for a glass of water:
“I want a divorce.”
The Whitmore family mansion in an upscale neighborhood outside Dallas was still silent.
The only sounds were the bubbling coffee pot, the skillet warming tortillas, and the tired whimpers of three-month-old Lily pressed against Emily’s chest.
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