« You’re home. »
I couldn’t speak.
« What… »
My voice cracked.
« …are you doing? »
She set the box down as though she were helping us.
« You two weren’t going to do it. »
« So I did. »
I stared at her.
« You went into our daughter’s room? »
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« You’re home. »
I couldn’t speak.
« What… »
My voice cracked.
« …are you doing? »
She set the box down as though she were helping us.
« You two weren’t going to do it. »
« So I did. »
I stared at her.
« You went into our daughter’s room? »
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