The Secret Life She Hid

o the distance. A moment later, Sarah walked into the house, closing the front door softly behind he

r voice trembling slig

en who call you 'Mommy'? Or your other 'friend' who brings them to our house?" The sarca

"It's not what

he said, standing up. "It looks like five yea

t instinct, even now, was to hide. She turned away from him, walking towards the kitchen as if to get a g

meaningless now. As she whispered furiously into her phone in the o

he truth, go to 125 W

tarted digging. Maybe it was someone who hated David. It didn't matter.

a family home with a manicured lawn and a playground set in the backyard. Through the large front window, he could see them. Sarah was on the floor, playing wi

her real life. He was the side project, the business arrangement. He was about to turn and leave when

ying, her voice sharp. "You can't just show

etup? I'm tired of being the secret. The kids are tired of it. Leo asked me

Ethan is... he's starting to get suspicious. Once I've secured my new

strategist. He was just a stepping stone, a financi

Mommy is working on it, sweetie," she whispered, stroking

he sat behind the wheel, his phone buzzed again. It was a message from David's number. It was a picture. A selfie

photo was a sin

happier

at quiet suburban street. The decision he'd made on the bridge was no longer a desperate, emotional impulse. It was a