But something began to change. At first, it was small things — he started coming home later from work, grew irritable, gave short answers. Every evening, as soon as Artyom fell asleep, he asked for “an hour to himself.” He’d shut himself in his study or leave without explaining where he was going.

It hurt. I thought maybe he was just tired, or maybe he had postpartum depression — fathers go through a lot too. I gave him space. But everything changed yesterday.