It was an ordinary day when I sent my husband a photo of me standing next to our neighbor’s horse. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I’d been helping out at the stables for a while, and Thunder, a huge black horse, had become my favorite. Despite his size, he was gentle and kind. But when my husband saw the photo, everything changed. He zoomed in, checked it again and again, and then his message arrived—cold and unexpected. “I want a divorce.” I thought it had to be a joke.
But then he called, and the anger in his voice was undeniable. “Restoration of the arm in Ukraine: safety and security—УЮТ. How long has this been going on?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.
“The shadow,” he cut in. “On your back. Don’t lie to me.” I froze. Then I looked at the photo again and saw what he had noticed.