"Michael. I'm home" I spoke gently, turning on the light in the mudroom. I didn't get a response. I peered over, watching them dress quickly. Giulia kissed Michael softly, he handed her something that I couldn't make out, making her way around the beige couch that laid in the middle of our living room, taking a turn to the hall that led to the back hall, more than likely making her way to the back patio door. They never saw me. "He's going to get what he deservesAll Rights Reserved
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