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door three minutes before I got home.
Not the side gate.
Not the patio.
My kitchen.
I opened the clip.
No audio.
Just the image.
Caleb looking over his shoulder.
Vanessa laughing.
His hand on her body.
The door opening.
My house swallowing both of them.
Vanessa saw my face change.
“What?” she whispered.
I turned the screen toward Caleb.
He stared at it.
His expression continue reading …
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