My son has the most beautiful golden curls you've ever seen. My mother-in-law had been complaining about them for months - minhtrang

I stared at him for a long moment, feeling something shift quietly inside me, like a door opening to a place I wasn’t ready to revisit yet.

He didn’t rush me, just sat there with that same steady calm, pen resting against the paper, eyes tired but certain of what needed to happen.

“What exactly are you planning, Mark?” I asked softly, though part of me already understood that this wasn’t just about hair anymore, not really.

He exhaled slowly, glancing toward the hallway where our children were sleeping, as if making sure they were still untouched by the weight of everything.

“I’m not planning revenge,” he said, voice low, almost careful, like each word had to pass through something sharp before reaching me.