A lovely house filled me with warmth as I remembered my old beliefs about my spouse. I believed I understood Travis completely – steady, reliable, someone who always stayed composed. Yet my understanding crumbled when I returned home unexpectedly from my business trip.

I considered us an ordinary household. Jennifer is my name, and I am forty years old. Caleb, my seventeen-year-old boy from my previous marriage, brings me complete joy. After I learned Travis had forced Caleb to leave during my absence, I made certain Travis received a punishment he would always remember.

Richard, Caleb’s biological father, died in an automobile accident when my son turned eight. Continues…