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I knew that I was asking a lot of my 14-year-old, but I didn’t have a choice. If Eric was cheating on me, then I needed to see it for myself.
I didn’t go in when I got to the restaurant.
“Penelope?” she said, squinting like she knew me. “Hey…
are you here with Eric? Usual table?”
My stomach didn’t drop. It went still.
“No,” I said.
“I’m not.”
Through the window, I saw Eric: he was leaning forward with his whole face lit up, laughing in a way I hadn’t seen in years. And she? She smiled like the world was theirs.
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