“It’s just so hard to keep this under wraps,” he continued. “I don’t want Marla to find out… not yet.”
I stood frozen, heart pounding.
Moments later, he walked into the kitchen, smiling easily. “Smells great in here.”
I forced a smile, but my mind was spinning.
That night, I couldn’t hold it in.
“Richard,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, “I overheard you on the phone. You said Jennifer might tell me something. What are you hiding?”
He blinked, then rubbed his face with a sigh.
“Marla… I was hoping to keep it a surprise a little longer.”
“A surprise?” My stomach twisted.
“For Jennifer’s birthday. I’ve been planning something with my brother. I wanted it to be special for her.”
I stared at him, stunned.
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