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husband.
For one strange second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing.
It separated everything into objects.
Pool.
Chair.
Shirt.
Belt.
Phone.
Woman.
Husband.
Then the picture assembled itself.
And once it did, there was no taking it apart again.
Caleb saw me first.
His hands left Vanessa’s waist so fast the water jumped around them.
“Marissa,” continue reading …
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