Wesley picked up my suitcase and headed upstairs.
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Hannah watched until he was out of sight. Then she hurried to my side and took my hand.
“Mom, you need to know what he was really doing while you were in the hospital.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“Different women!”
She glanced toward the stairs.
“Almost every night, Dad made me go to bed early. Then women came over.”
“Women?”
“Different women! I saw them from my window. They brought these huge bags, and Dad took them into the garage. Sometimes they stayed for hours.”
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I stared at her.
“I know what I saw!”
“One night, I heard them laughing in there,” she added. “Mom, I think Dad has girlfriends.”
“Hannah, your father spent the last month taking care of everything while I was in the hospital. Don’t make up stories about him.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“I’m not making anything up! I know what I saw!”
