I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

climbed the stairs.

When I pushed open our bedroom door…

My husband stood beside the bed with no shirt on, hurriedly fastening his pants.

“You’re back already?”

His voice sounded strained.

He bent down and grabbed a white dress shirt from the floor.

“I spilled coffee on myself.”

“I was just changing.”

I looked at the shirt.

Perfectly clean.

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