The truth didn’t bring my baby back. It didn’t save my marriage. But it freed me from a lie I had been living inside for years.
Now, when I think of my son, I no longer think of myself as a failure. I think of him as a life that mattered, even briefly. A love that was real.
And when I think of my mother-in-law, I remember the cruelty—but also the one moment of real kindness she gave me.
Truth.
At the worst time.
When I needed it most.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
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