Night He Stole My Truth

He didn't steal it with violence.  He stole it with charm.At first, it looked like love intense, attentive, intoxicating. He listened deeply. He remembered everything. He made her feel chosen. Safe. Seen. But slowly, almost invisibly, the cracks began to form. Small corrections. Subtle denials. Softly spoken lies. Her memories were questioned. Her instincts reframed. Her confidence chipped away on...