My husband kissed us goodbye at Atlanta airport… then my six-year-old whispered, “Mom, we can’t go home.” By sunrise, our house was ash—and my husband was performing grief for the cameras. My name is Ayira Vance. I’m 34, and until that Thursday night at Hartsfield-Jackson, I thought my life was just busy—marriage, motherhood, a polished home in Buckhead, and a husband who always looked flawless in public. Quasi stood beside me in a tailored suit, smiling like the kind of man strangers trust on s

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