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“Where to?” I asked.
“Just a medical conference a few towns over,” he said, not looking up from his plate. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening.”
But I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to know.
The next morning, I waited until he left the house, then grabbed Mom’s car keys from the hook by the door. My hands were shaking as I started the engine. I stayed two cars behind him the entire time.
He didn’t drive to any conference center.
He didn’t drive to the hospital or the medical building downtown. He drove across town to a quiet suburb with tree-lined streets and neat little houses with flower boxes in the windows.
When he parked in front of a pale yellow house with white shutters, I immediately recognized it. It was Lily’s mom’s house.
I’d been there a dozen times in high school.
I watched from down the street as he got out of his car, straightened his shirt, and walked up to the front door.
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