Thanksgiving dinner with the family was intended to be a time of joy and connection, but it quickly turned frightening and surprising when I found my husband harboring a secret that could drive us apart.

Thanksgiving was supposed to be picture perfect.
The table was set with beautiful china, the delicious aroma of turkey filled the air, and laughter erupted from every angle.

My husband, Peter, was putting the finishing touches on the turkey while I made sure everyone was comfortable. Little did I know that the holiday would be full of more surprises than I had imagined.

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Our daughter, Emma, an expressive eight-year-old with boundless curiosity, had been abnormally quiet all evening. Yet, she kept looking out the window as if anticipating someone, her fingers twitching with the hem of her dress.

I thought she was waiting for her cousins to arrive or was looking forward to the Thanksgiving lunch. But when Peter smiled at her from across the table, she didn’t reciprocate, and her unease drew my attention.

After everyone had taken their seats, I was going to carve the turkey, and Peter was set to start serving pieces when our daughter unexpectedly stood on her chair.

Her voice was steady and powerful enough to cut through every other conversation.

“And where is SHE?!”

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