‘You’re boring, and you smell like breast milk,’ my husband sneered as he packed his

I paused for a moment, looking out the window at the city skyline. The lights twinkled in the distance, painting a picture of tranquility that belied the storm brewing inside me.

“Yes, Dad. It’s time,” I replied, my voice steady.

There was a brief silence on the other end, then a chuckle that was both comforting and frightening. “I knew this day would come. Are you sure you want to go down this path?”