My wife was carrying trauma like this, and I knew nothing about it?
A wave of self-disgust rose in my chest.
I had neglected her.
Ignored her.
Failed her.
Whatever had happened...
I would find out.
And whoever was responsible—
Would pay for it.
I had already made the mistake of overlooking her once.
But not anymore.
The next morning, I woke earlier than usual.
As always, I went downstairs for my workout.
The house was quiet, the only sound coming from Maria as she prepared to begin the day's cleaning.
"Good morning, sir," she greeted when she saw me.
"Morning, Maria."
I continued to the gym on the second floor.
After finishing my workout, I headed back toward the stairs, intending to shower.
Maria was now cleaning the living room.
Just before I reached the staircase, I stopped abruptly.
Last night's event resurfaced in my mind.
"Maria."
She immediately turned toward me.
"Yes, sir?"
"I need to ask you something."
My voice was calm, but firm.
