Chapter 5 - Examining The Strange Photograph From The Past
Maya pulled a crumpled, dog-eared photograph out of her pajama pocket and handed it to me with trembling fingers.
I took the glossy paper, turning it over under the bright overhead lights of the children's bedroom.
It was a picture of me standing outside a local Ohio coffee shop holding a cup of black coffee.
The timestamp in the corner indicated it had been taken only three weeks ago, while I was supposedly away on a business trip.
“Mommy said you were visiting us every night when the house was asleep,” Maya explained innocently, pointing at Caroline.
I slowly turned my head to glare at my wife, whose guilt was now written clearly across every terrified line of her face.
“You lied to me about your late-night office hours for over a year,” I stated coldly, standing up to tower over her.
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“I had to keep them safe, Ryan!” Caroline defended herself frantically, scrambling to her feet.
“Safe from what? From me in my own home?” I shouted, the long-repressed anger finally boiling over.
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