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December 25, 2010
I sat on the very corner of the couch, curled into as small a ball as I could managed and half-buried beneath blankets. We watched home videos. The camera man was always Husband's father so I never got to see the man's face, but I felt the tension in the room build every time they heard his voice.

We all knew that voice would tear the family apart. We all knew the betrayal that would take place just after that last movie. We knew what hadn't been recorded.

I couldn't help but think, Husband sounds just like him...