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“Julia, please don’t be upset. Daniel asked me not to tell you. He said he didn’t want you worrying during your trip.”
I felt so bad.
I leaned closer and whispered, “Mom, don’t tell Daniel I came home early. Not yet. Please.”
She nodded faintly, and I kissed her forehead, forcing myself to leave the house quietly, pretending I hadn’t seen what I saw.
By noon, I came back again, this time loudly with bags in hand, as though I had just returned from my trip exactly on schedule.
Daniel was in the kitchen making coffee, smiling as if nothing had happened.
“Hey,” he said casually.
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