My name is Morgan, and I had just returned from teaching winter survival training in Montana when I began noticing small things that did not seem to fit.
My husband, Gavin, had become unusually secretive, often speaking privately with my stepbrother, Clint. They seemed especially interested in my military assignments and repeatedly encouraged me to update documents related to my financial power of attorney before my next deployment.
At first, I told myself I might simply be reading too much into ordinary conversations.
Then I noticed a lipstick mark on the back of a document envelope Gavin had left behind.
It was a small detail.
Yet combined with everything else, it stirred questions I could no longer ignore.
I began to wonder whether the trust between us had already been broken long before I was willing to admit it.