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Wives trust.
That’s what makes betrayal possible.
That night, while Caleb was staying in the guest room, I searched his home office.
The notebook wasn’t there.
Neither was it in his truck.
Then I opened the storage cabinet above the garage refrigerator.
A place Caleb thought nobody used.
The notebook was sitting behind an old toolbox.
My pulse quickened.
I continue reading …
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