I came home later than usual that evening, drained from back-to-back meetings and traffic that felt endless.

All I wanted was a shower and my pillow.

I pushed open the bedroom door—and stopped cold.

My husband and my sister were in my bed.

Under the covers.

The blanket was pulled up almost to their noses.

For a split second, the world went silent.

They stared at me, frozen. I stared back. My chest felt like it had been punched from the inside. Heat rushed to my face, and a thousand awful conclusions flashed through my mind in less than a heartbeat.

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