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Then he was gone.
Sometimes he came home with little updates.
“Her back is hurting.”
“The baby kicked today.”
Then there were the folders.
Everything was labeled carefully.
“Just staying organized,” he replied casually.
I nodded, but something about it didn’t sit right.
One evening I finally said it.
“Ethan… don’t you think you’re visiting Claire a little too much?”
“What are you implying?”
He smiled reassuringly.
“She’s carrying our child. I want everything to go smoothly.”
I let it go.
But the feeling stayed.
The next day I did something I never thought I’d do.
Before Ethan left to visit Claire, I slipped a small voice recorder into the pocket of his jacket.
My hands were shaking.
I nearly removed it several times.
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