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He just stares.
“What?” he says.
“I came home, walked into the bedroom, and found your father with a woman. That woman. In our bed.”
His eyes fly wide.
“No,” he says immediately.
“Mom, no. That can’t be right. I’ve been with Alice for over a year.
I’ve known her for almost two. I swear I’ve never seen her before that.”
“I know what I saw,” I say. My voice comes out sharper than I intend.
“I saw her face. I remember it.”
He drags a hand through his hair and paces a tight line between the bed and the dresser.
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