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ant to face with every mile. I held onto the steering wheel tightly, struggling to process the r

into our driveway. My stomach churned. She was he

h the weight of what I was about to face. But I had to approach this wit

y ending as the door clicked shut behind me. There was a minute of anxious

he said, his voice straining with false casualness. I forced a smile, hoping it didn't ap

lushed. "Di! I simply came by to borrow a book. You k

ughed at the silliness of the situation. Instead, I nodde

k by my seeming unawareness. "I, uh....I was jus

sickening sweet. Why don't you stay for dinner? It's

am rushed in, a bit too eagerly. "Actually, hone

Sophie, let's schedule a sisters' day soon. "It fee

to the entrance. "Yes, without a doubt. I'll g

e door closed behind her and turned

d avoided a gunshot. "Oh, the typical, you know. Con

nd tell him what I knew. Instead, I said,

ce them, to vent my rage and anguish, was nearly overwhelming. But I knew I needed more. If I

ations for staying late at work made me smile. At family get-togethers, I pretended not t

w her at different hotels. To take pictures of their secret meetings, I hired a private investigator. I ke