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But I need you to answer honestly.”
She glances at David, who looks like he wants to be anywhere else, then back at me.
Her mouth falls open.
“What?” she says. “I—I’ve never met your husband.”
“I walked into my bedroom,” I say. “He was there.
You were there. I saw your face.”
She shakes her head, color draining.
“No,” she says. “I swear, that wasn’t me.
I’ve never met you before tonight. I’ve never been to your house. I—”
She stops.
“Wait,” she says slowly. “Your husband.
What’s his name?”
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