Emily inhaled slowly.
“For once,” she said, “I need to stop protecting him.”
Daniel came home a little after midnight.
Emily heard the garage door first, then the low mechanical rumble as it closed. Then the pause. She imagined him sitting in the driver’s seat, checking his phone, smoothing his expression, perhaps rehearsing irritation because irritation was easier than guilt. When the mudroom door opened, cold air moved through the house ahead of him.
He stepped inside laughing softly at something on his phone.
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