Mom was sitting on the couch, which was also my bed. She was wearing an old, patched-up shirt, the only gift Dad had ever given her. "What's wrong, Lauren? Should we call Dad home? He recently lost his job, and he should be interviewing at the job fair."Using that excuse, Dad hadn't come home for three days. Just then, Susan updated her status. "He said I needed to socialize, so he bought a golf course for me."Mom's hands were swollen from years of hard labor, but the hands Dad held in the picture were fair and slender."Mom, Dad's having an affair."I dared not look at her and silently lowered my head."Lauren, how could you say such a thing?" Mom exclaimed. "He's only been away for a few days. He's doing this for the family!"I simply pulled out my phone and showed her the buyer information for the luxury jewelry purchased today. The handwriting, his appearance, and his ID were all a perfect match.I immediately presented more evidence."Mom, Dad's been faking being poor fo
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