“You look beautiful tonight,” he said, squeezing my hand.
I was wearing a dress I had bought on clearance three months earlier. It was simple and navy blue. Standing in front of that mansion, I suddenly felt as though I were dressed in cardboard.
“Thank you,” I said anyway.
He kissed my cheek quickly, almost mechanically, like he was checking off another task.
Then he stepped out and walked straight toward Richard before I even had time to unbuckle May from her seat.
I convinced myself the discomfort twisting in my stomach was only nerves about looking underdressed. I had no idea our four-year-old was about to say something that would destroy everything.
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