“You look guilty,” he said.
My husband was right. My eyes were saucers, my face beet red.
And he caught me out in the backyard after a huge snowstorm. Not exactly gardening weather.
But did he know why? Hopefully not.
I couldn’t be honest with him either. Couldn’t say I was hiding cash outside. Couldn’t say I was gone the second I had enough.
“So… what gives?” he asked, his frustration growing. A violent man nearing the edge.
I paused. Thinking on my feet, not my strong suit.
But I was going to manage.
No… I was going to win.
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