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That belief cracked one evening as I tucked Maggie into bed. Clutching her favorite stuffed animal, she hesitated before asking if it was okay to keep a secret from me—something Jacob had told her not to share.
My heart tightened instantly, and I reassured her that secrets between adults and children were never necessary. Carefully, she explained that while I was at work, she woke from a nap and couldn’t find Jacob. Later, she saw him come upstairs from the basement with a woman she described in simple, childlike terms.
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