She clasped her hands together, squeezing tightly as if she could hold herself together through sheer force. “He’s a good man,” she whispered under her breath, trying to ground herself in the life they’d built. But fear had planted roots, spreading like cracks beneath everything she thought she knew.
The truth pressed in on her with unbearable weight: everything that once felt solid—her marriage, her understanding of Jake, and their future—now trembled on uncertain ground. She didn’t know what had happened to him. She didn’t know what he was being accused of. And worst of all, she didn’t know what she believed anymore.