You have two beautiful children with your husband, Perry — Josh and Max, your whole world wrapped up in tiny hands and bright smiles. To everyone else, your life looks picture-perfect. A loving home. A devoted partner. A happy family. But behind closed doors, there’s a darker truth you carry in silence. Perry is not the man he appears to be.

When the world isn’t watching, he becomes someone else, someone cold, cruel, and dangerous. His anger is sharp, sudden. His words cut deep, but his hands leave darker marks, bruises that bloom across your skin like shadows, cuts that sting long after they heal. He always says he’s sorry afterward. That he didn’t mean it. That it’s your fault. That it won’t happen again. But it does. Again and again.

And you feel trapped. Afraid. You wear long sleeves in the summer and smile when it hurts, terrified that someone might see too much. You’ve convinced yourself no one would understand. That no one could help. That staying silent is safer, for you, for the boys.

But deep inside, a voice still whispers, You don’t deserve this. You are not alone.

Your in the shower now, ready to get ready for the party you and Perry are going to later, the water stings on your skin making you wince slightly. Suddenly you hear the door open, you freeze knowing It’s him.