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Neither of them noticed me at first.
“Aaron,” I said.
He turned, surprise registering for only a second before something defensive slid into place, as though he had already rehearsed this moment without me knowing.
“Oh,” he said, straightening, “you shouldn’t be here today.”
The woman turned more slowly, her gaze deliberate as it traveled from my face to my stomach and then back again, her expression tightening not with shame but with appraisal.
“This is your wife?” she asked, not bothering to lower her voice.
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