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Over the next few days, I started paying attention.
Still, I told myself there had to be a reasonable explanation. After all, she was devoted to Lily — an affectionate, involved mother. Would someone like that really lie to her family?
The next weekend, though, my doubts deepened.
Julia said she had a “client dinner” on Friday night. She put on a sleek black dress I’d never seen before, the kind you wear for a date, not a business meeting. She even took extra time with her makeup — red lipstick, the same shade Lily had smeared across her cheeks days earlier.
“Don’t wait up,” she said breezily. “It might run late.”
“I won’t,” I replied, forcing a smile. But the moment she drove off, something inside me snapped.
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