When I came back from a week-long business trip, I noticed something strange — a box of tampons sitting under the sink. They weren’t mine. At first, I brushed it off, thinking maybe Tom’s sister had visited, or maybe it was a mistake. But over the next few months, more small things caught my attention — faint red stains on the bathroom floor, tissues hidden in the trash, and Tom growing distant and nervous.
One day, while tidying up our room, I found two tampons in his bedside drawer. My heart sank. The thought that he might be hiding something — or someone — made my mind spiral. When I confronted him, Tom froze, then took a deep breath. His hands trembled as he sat me down. “I should have told you,” he said quietly. “It’s not what you think.”....
