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Standing at the top of those stairs that day, after I heard them talking, I realized they’d never trusted me at all.
Luis came home from work at 6:30 p.m., whistling as he walked through the door.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
I was standing in the kitchen, my arms crossed. “We need to talk. Right now.”
His parents were in the living room watching television.
I led him upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door.
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