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But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Who had written it? And why?
That night, I lay in bed next to Travis, who was snoring softly, and stared at the ceiling.
I tried to push the thoughts away, telling myself it was just a joke. Travis had never given me a reason not to trust him.
We had a good marriage — solid, built on years of love and mutual respect. He wouldn’t jeopardize that, would he?
But still, doubt crept in, little by little, until it was all I could think about.
The next morning, Travis woke up groggy, his head pounding from the night before. As we sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee in awkward silence, I finally asked him about the message.
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