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sugar.
Again.
For the third Tuesday in a row.
That was what almost made me laugh.
Sugar.
Not because anything was funny.
Because betrayal had worn such a stupid costume.
Vanessa had stood at my kitchen island smiling.
She had asked if Caleb was still working late.
I had told her yes.
I had trusted the question because I trusted the woman asking it.
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