The Day My Husband Invited Six Fingerprints Into Our Home — And I Chose Freedom Instead

Mark still calls sometimes. His messages say he misses me, that the house feels empty. But I know better. He doesn’t miss me — he misses the woman who stayed quiet while everyone else made decisions for her.

That woman doesn’t exist anymore.

She disappeared the day six fingerprints erased her place in her own home.

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