Instead of storming in, I started unlocking the door loudly, turning the key in the front door as if I were just arriving.
I placed the groceries on the counter, smoothed down my hair, and noticed that their voices had stopped.
A beat later, I heard the shuffle of movement and a forced laugh. When I walked into the hallway, they were standing apart, a paperback between them like a prop in a bad play. They were standing in the hallway, pretending to talk about a book.
“Oh, I just stopped by to lend him this,” Mia said brightly, holding up the book.
“It’s about, you know… um, finding yourself.”
Right. Finding herself.
Probably under my husband.
I smiled at her, like I hadn’t just heard her tongue down my husband.
“That’s thoughtful,” I said. “You always know what we need.”
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