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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,” he said.
“Before you open this door, tell me one thing.”
I waited.
His jaw tightened.
“How long has my wife been using your kitchen door?”
And that was when I realized the alarm had only exposed the first lie.
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