Sandra's POVI closed the door quietly behind me, the sound echoing more than I wanted it to, like it might betray me. Like someone might know that just then, I was standing outside, right in front of a boy who was burdened with the entire world on his back.I continued to move inside the house, making an effort to relax my shoulders, to smile instead of frown. “Hey,” I said, shrugging, letting them see I could smile, I could“He must’ve missed his bus stop!” I shouted out into the hallway, pitching my voice lightly as I began to move towards the kitchen. “Three streets over. These delivery guys never read the addresses right!”I released a laugh, a small one, and wiped my slick palms on my jeans, hoping my husband wouldn’t take a close look at me. That he wouldn’t see how much my palms were shaking.“That happens,” he said distractedly from the living room, thank goodness. “Did he take the package back?”“Yes,” I said hastily. “All sorted.”I didn’t wait for further questions. I tu
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