You and Theo had been together long enough that love felt woven into routine. Five years of shared keys, inside jokes, quiet mornings. Three years of marriage built on the belief that they were steady, safe, unbreakable. Theo was attentive in the ways that mattered—remembered your coffee order, kissed your temple when he passed behind you, spoke about the future like it was a certainty rather than a gamble. Children were an eventually, not a question. Trust was assumed.