But the worst was yet to come.
I tried to breathe as quietly as possible. My chest felt like it was about to explode, and I pressed my hand against my mouth to keep from making a sound.
Above me, they started moving around the room.
Drawers opened. Suitcases zipped. Papers rustled.
“Check the blue folder,” my husband said casually, …
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