The only difference is that now I know exactly what is inside the glass.
I raise it toward the mirror and whisper softly.
“This is for the woman who finally woke up.”
I am nearly sixty, married to a man thirty years younger than me. For six years, he has called me his “little wife” and brought me water every night—until the night I followed him to the kitchen and discovered a plan I was never meant to see.
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