Two years ago, my wife, Anna, left me and our twins, Max and Lily, the day after I lost my job. I still remember the sight of her by the door, a single suitcase in her hand, her face devoid of emotion, her voice flat as steel:
“I can’t do this anymore.” The woman who had once been the glue holding our small family together was suddenly gone.
The silence she left behind was suffocating — a hollow echo in every room, pressing against the walls and lingering in…
