A woman used a key to enter my apartment, insisting my husband had invited her—only to look at him in confusion and ask, “Who’s that?”
After two exhausting months at my father’s bedside, I finally returned home—only to hear my front door unlocking. A young woman confidently entered as if she belonged there. When I confronted her, she calmly stated, “Michael gave me the key.” The scent of an unfamiliar perfume lingered in the air, but I brushed it off,…