When Sam suddenly booked a week-long hotel stay for me and the kids, my instincts screamed that something was wrong. He was usually careless, not the planning type, so his nervousness only made me suspicious. Was he cheating? I tried to ignore it as I packed, but unease followed me to the hotel, where the kids’ chaos left me little peace.
By the fifth night, my anxiety pushed me to come home early, hoping to…