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He exhaled slowly. “Because even a lie can hurt. And I needed one chance to prove it before they buried it.”
I understood. Not completely—but enough.
He took my hand.
“They regretted it the moment they started,” he said.
I glanced back at the room where our daughter slept.
“No,” I said quietly. “They regretted getting caught.”
And in that silent, expensive house outside the city, everyone finally understood the cost of that lie.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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