Finally, the sound of his car pulling into the driveway reached my ears.
I steeled myself, wiping my hands on a dish towel.
He entered, his expression unreadable, carrying the tension of the past few days on his shoulders.
“Hey, everyone,” he greeted, his voice lacking its usual warmth.
I watched as he exchanged pleasantries with the kids, our shared secret hanging unspoken in the air.
The envelope sat on the kitchen counter, taunting me with its presence.
“Let’s sit,” he said, gesturing to the living room.
We gathered around, the silence stretching taut as a wire.
He cleared his throat, the sound stark in the quiet room.
“There’s something we need to discuss,” he began, his eyes flickering to mine.
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