My blood ran cold. The man I had spent years building a life with was not the person I thought he was. I felt a wave of betrayal and fear crash over me.

Suddenly, everything clicked—the urgency in Sarah’s plea, the warning to get away. She had saved me from something I couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“Sarah, are you sure about this?” I asked, needing confirmation, even though her eyes already told me the truth.

“Yes, Mom. I’ve been so scared, trying to find the right moment to tell you. I didn’t know what else to do. I just knew I had to get you out of there,” she replied, tears streaming down her face now.