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There was a pause. Long enough for my chest to tighten.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m not anyone in his life. Not like that.”
I closed my eyes. That almost made it worse.
“I don’t,” the woman said.
“Not really. I work at a medical supply store.”
I opened my eyes.
“Your husband came into our store asking for a leg cast. He said he just needed it for a few days.
I assumed it was for a skit, or work, or something harmless.”
There was a breath on the other end of the line.
“I kept thinking about it,” the woman said softly. “About the kids.
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