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did not show guilt first.
It showed calculation.
That hurt worse than guilt would have.
“Marissa,” he said quietly.
“Don’t show him that.”
The doorbell rang.
The sound came through the backyard speaker system, clean and polite under the alarm.
I opened the live camera feed.
Mark leaned close to the lens.
His face was pale.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
“Marissa,continue reading …
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