“Just check.”
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“I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation.”
“Then why won’t he tell me who they are?”
I had no answer.
“Please, Mom. Just check.”
Before I could respond, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
I trusted my husband.
Hannah immediately released my hand.
Wesley appeared, smiling.
“Everything okay down here?”
“Of course,” I said.
Hannah looked away.
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“Why won’t he tell me?”
I decided not to encourage her suspicions. Whatever she’d seen, I trusted my husband.
At least, I thought I did.
The following morning, I decided to change into something more comfortable.
Moving slowly, I opened my closet and reached for my favorite blue dress. It wasn’t there.
I checked the other hangers. Nothing.
“Where are my clothes?”
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Then I noticed that almost all my high heels had disappeared, too.
“Wesley!” I called.
He appeared in the doorway.
“What’s wrong?”
