PART 1
The moment I saw my wife—eight months pregnant—standing alone in the kitchen at ten at night, washing a mountain of dishes… something inside my chest split open.
My name is Ethan Brooks. I’m thirty-two, a senior software engineer. For years, I believed I was doing everything right.
After my father died, I stepped into a role most people would collapse under. I became the sole provider.
I paid every bill.
Supported my mother.
Put my three younger sisters through school.
