I still remember the silence after my husband left. It wasn\u2019t peaceful. It echoed through every empty corner of our apartment. When I came home with my seven-year-old son, Leo, I thought we had been robbed. But Daniel had taken the couch, the dining table, the television, and even the curtains. He had taken everything he believed his money had paid for.<\/p>\n
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That first night, Leo and I slept on two thin mattresses on the floor. Streetlights poured through the bare windows, so I smiled and told him we were \u201ccamping indoors.\u201d I tried to make it sound like an adventure, but then Leo looked at me and asked, \u201cAre we going to be okay, Mom?\u201d I swallowed my tears and told him we already were.<\/p>\n
Days later, Daniel began calling. Instead of apologizing, he laughed and asked, \u201cSo, how\u2019s life without my money?\u201d Then, one afternoon, an unknown woman called and introduced herself as Claire\u2014the woman Daniel had left us for.<\/p>\n
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