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That night, the silence felt rehearsed.
“Caleb?” I called.
No answer.
Then I heard his voice downstairs.
Soft.
Intimate.
The kind of voice he had not used with me in almost a year.
“I can’t keep living like this, Sarah.”
I froze on the staircase.
Sarah Bennett.
His development director.
Young, polished, ambitious Sarah who laughed too hard at his jokes and stayed continue reading …
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