The First Sign My Husband Was Lying Came From My Neighbor, Not His Phone.

with the key in my hand, hearing the soft click of my own heartbeat in my ears. Because Garrett was supposed to have been three states away visiting his brother in Ohio. And if he wasn’t there, then everything he’d told me—every photo, every “miss you” text, every detail about his brother’s life—wasn’t a story. It was a cover.

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