I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound of Cameron’s voice that night—raw, trembling, edged with cold and something even sharper… fear. But that moment didn’t come out of nowhere. It was a storm a long time brewing.
I’m Sienna. Thirty-five. Stay-at-home mom. Married to Cameron, who’s spent the last ten years building his career in tech—climbing, climbing, climbing. We have a son, Benjamin. He’s fifteen, sensitive, whip-smart, and sees more than most adults. I had him while still in college, and every sacrifice, every sleepless night, was worth it.
Then came Lucy. Cameron’s assistant. Twenty-seven, sharp as a tack, always polished, always around. At first, I told myself it was fine. She was professional, driven, ambitious. She had a career. I envied that sometimes. I missed having an identity beyond lunchboxes and laundry. But I never thought she was a threat—until the patterns began to change.
