I was staying the window, alone in the dark house, replaying everything what’s happened today over and over again. My daughter was visiting my husband’s mother, my husband was visiting the woman he was cheating with, and tomorrow there should be a decision on whether or not a fateful promotion will happen, and I almost signed the sentence with my own hand: to go to prison for 5-6 years for an economic crime in my 25 years. A crime I didn’t commit.
The night that changed everything. The night I grew up.
From the naive girl who I used to be in the morning not a trace remained.