“What are you doing?” I asked.
She looked terrified. “You’ve been acting strange. I thought maybe…”
“Maybe what?” I asked quietly.
“You saw something,” she whispered.
I didn’t argue.
I closed the door behind me. Locked it.
“I saw everything,” I said.
Her voice cracked. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. He came on to me. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t,” I said flatly. “You meant it. You always did. You just never thought I’d find out.”
Tears filled her eyes. They meant nothing to me.
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