My name is Margaret. I’m 46 years old, and the evening I’m about to tell you about nearly destroyed my nineteen-year marriage.
My husband, Robert, had always been a calm, caring man. Our twelve-year-old daughter, Emily, was the light of his life.
But three months ago, something changed between them.
At first, I noticed that whenever I entered a room, they immediately stopped talking.
Then Emily began avoiding me.
One afternoon, I overheard my daughter asking her father a question.