Is Michael working late again today?” Martha asked.

“Yes, he’s incredibly busy as the sales manager,” Emily answered, a note of rehearsed pride in her voice. Michael was the neighborhood’s ideal husband. Tall, handsome, and unfailingly polite, he was the man who mowed his lawn every Sunday with a friendly wave for everyone. He attended every PTA meeting and volunteered for local events. He was perfect.

A small voice called from inside. “Mom? Can you help me with my homework?”

“Excuse me,” Emily said, turning quickly and retreating into the cool dimness of the house.

In the living room, her twelve-year-old daughter, Sophia, was staring at a math textbook, her brow furrowed. Sophia was a beautiful, quiet girl with her father’s blonde hair and a polite demeanor that made her a favorite among teachers. An honor student, her report cards were a sea of A’s and B’s.