It was a secret.
I pulled back slowly, my mind spinning. Bankruptcy. Lies. A hidden workplace inside an abandoned building. This wasn’t new. It had been going on for years.
My son whispered, “Mom… why is Daddy lying?”
Before I could answer, a door creaked behind us.
“Hey!” someone shouted.
The security guard stared at us. “You’re not supposed to be down here!”
At the same moment, my husband stepped out of the stairwell.
FOR ILLUSTRATIVE PURPOSE ONLY
Our eyes locked.
His expression told me everything.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue.
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