“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

changed.

“You planned this.”

“No. You planned it. You were just careless enough to write everything down.”

“You took my diary.”

“It was hidden beside my passport in our home.”

“Claire—”

“And the photographs were very helpful.”

His voice dropped.

“What do you want?”

For the first time, I heard fear.

“I wanted a faithful husband.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

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