I stepped closer to greet him, but before I could speak, he lifted his phone and began talking in a tone that made me pause. Something about it felt uneasy. Without really thinking, I stepped quietly into the bedroom and eased myself into the closet, leaving the door open just a crack.
I told myself it was foolish.
“Why are you so nervous?” she teased. “Where’s your wife?”
“Still working,” Rafael’s voice answered. “She’s busy. She always is.”
My heart thudded. I did not want to believe what I was hearing, but the conversation grew clearer with each passing moment. The young woman complained about being kept a secret. Rafael tried to calm her. Their voices were light, low, and far too familiar.
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