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Caleb’s hand on Vanessa’s lower back as he guided her through my kitchen 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.
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