On my fortieth birthday, I, Elizabeth Parker, expected love and celebration from the family I’d given my life to. Instead, I was met with silence and indifference that cut deeper than I ever imagined. What followed that evening forced me to confront everything I thought I knew about myself, my marriage, and what it truly means to belong.
On the night of my fortieth birthday, a simple oversight from my husband sets off a storm of buried disappointments and heartbreak. As the evening unfolds, old wounds resurface and force us to confront the widening gap in our marriage. In the aftermath, I’m left questioning the true meaning of love, forgiveness, and whether we can ever find our way back to each other.
“She invited us over to celebrate. She lives in the countryside, and there were various delicacies. By the way, we had a wonderful birthday. But then, her husband’s mother…”
