I couldn't sleep that night. Thelma's text burned in my mind, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Frank's face—his too-smooth smiles, his careful answers, the way his jaw tightened when Thelma mentioned Michael.The next afternoon, Frank went to work. The twins were down for their nap, and the nanny was already watching over them. I told her I needed to run a quick errand. She didn't question it.The drive to the mall felt longer than usual. My hands were sweaty on the steering wheel, my heart pounding for reasons I couldn't name. I parked, walked past the familiar storefronts, and found the small cafe near the food court.Thelma was already there, seated in a corner booth. She was wearing a hoodie, her hair pulled back, her eyes darting toward the door the moment I walked in. She looked anxious—fidgeting with her coffee cup, her knee bouncing under the table."Raquel." She stood as I approached, then sat back down quickly. "Thanks for coming."I slid into the seat across from her.
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