But over the past year, something changed. Henry started working late more often. I didn’t think much of it at first. He’s a lawyer, and late nights come with the job. Yet, small things began to gnaw at me. He seemed distracted at home, his mind elsewhere. I convinced myself it was just stress from work, but deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.

I brushed off those feelings until the day Emily walked into my studio. She exuded confidence, her sleek hair and designer bag screaming luxury. She smiled as she introduced herself for her 10 a.m. appointment. Something about her felt off, but I ignored it and led her into the massage room.

As I worked, she started to talk. She let out a