They say people change. But how much can one person change? Because the woman standing before me now isn't the one I thought I knew. Now, I'm starting to think I never really knew her at all.
How can she be both the perfect, caring mother to our son and this… this cold, hard stranger? Every time I speak to her, I see little pieces of the Lila I loved. The Lila who wouldn't hurt a fly. But I saw it. I saw her do something I never thought she could. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.
For so long, I told myself she must have been forced. Blackmailed, maybe. But every day, she proves me wrong. She convinces me, over and over, that she did it all for herself. For her own selfish reasons.
How can she be the mother of my child, and still the woman who holds my h
