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He paused in the entryway the moment he saw it. His eyes flicked from the screen to my face, then to my father sitting beside me.
His expression dropped. I could see the realization hit him—and I swear, if my dad hadn’t been there, I might’ve hit him myself.
“I know,” I said.
“All of it.”
David stepped forward, hands raised, as if that could undo the betrayal. “Nina, please—”
“No,” I said sharply. “You don’t get to talk yet.”
He froze.
My father and stepmother rose from their chairs. My dad gave me a knowing glance, and then they walked out the door, not even sparing David a word.
“What were you thinking?” I asked. “Was she just easy?
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