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And in that moment, standing there with my heart pounding and my kids waiting in the car, I realized something terrifying. That wasn’t a misunderstanding.
That was the plan.
Mark stared at me like he was trying to rewind the last ten seconds and figure out how I’d ended up there.
Like I’d glitched into the room.
Then he did what he always did when he felt exposed. He softened.
“Linda,” he said carefully, lowering his voice, “you’re not understanding this right.”
“Of course she isn’t,” Helen scoffed. “She never listens properly.”
I didn’t take my eyes off Mark.
“You said you’re selling the house.
Explain the context where that’s not exactly what it sounds like.”
I was just trying to calm her down.”
Helen threw her hands up. “I knew this would happen. You can’t say anything in front of her without drama.”
Drama.
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