My hands shook as I read the note again.
You need to know the truth about your husband.
Below it was an address across town and a time: 7:30 p.m.
No signature.
No explanation.
I stared at the paper while the wind rustled the trees overhead. Every instinct told me to throw it away. But another feeling—a darker one—curled deep …
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