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At my mother’s house that night, with the girls asleep in the guest room, I sat at the kitchen table staring at my phone.
The call from the woman who tipped me off earlier was still in my call log.
For the first time since the hallway, a new thought slipped in. Quiet. Poisonous.
What if this is worse than I thought?
What if she and my husband…
I exhaled and tapped the unknown number to call her back.
It rang twice.
“Hello?” a woman answered.
I straightened. “You called me earlier. About my husband.”
“Yes,” the woman said quickly.
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