What was meant to be a joyful holiday tradition became the turning point of my life. That year, I carefully planned a Christmas photo shoot with my husband and our young son, imagining how happy friends and family would feel receiving our holiday cards. The session itself felt slightly off—my husband arrived late, seemed distracted, and left abruptly—but I brushed it aside, telling myself that life was busy and imperfect. When the postcards finally arrived, I mailed them with pride, believing they captured a warm, loving moment. For a short while, everything looked exactly the way I hoped it would.
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