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He cuts himself off.
He looks at me again, torn.
But I also believe her. Something’s wrong.”
“Then we need to talk to her,” I say. “Now.
Before this gets worse.”
He nods, jaw clenched.
“Stay here,” he says.
He slips out. I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at my hands. My wedding band finger feels weirdly empty, even after four years.
A minute later, the door opens.
David walks in with Alice.
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