A bedroom door shut harder than necessary.
I stood in the hallway, heart pounding, feeling like the floor had tilted beneath me.
I wanted to storm into the kitchen.
I wanted to demand an explanation.
But something told me to wait.
To listen.
To be sure I hadn’t misheard.
Then her tone changed completely, bright and light like she’d flipped a switch.
I realized she was on the phone with someone.
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