“The Pretty House” My name is Hannah, I’m thirty-five, and for the longest time, I thought I knew everything about my husband, David. We met at a wedding — one of those nights filled with laughter, lights, and slow songs that make the world feel smaller and softer. We danced three times, exchanged numbers shyly, and within two years, we were standing under a canopy of twinkling string lights, saying our vows. We promised each other forever, believing love would always be enough. And for a while, it was. We