But he wasn’t alone. A blonde woman followed him, closing the door softly behind them.
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The Secret Exposed
Ezoic
Jasper still had his coat on. He hadn’t been sitting with our son. He had been somewhere else. With someone else.
Howard stirred in his bed. “Dad?”
“Hey, buddy. You doing okay?” Jasper asked, pulling the chair close to the bed like he’d been there the entire time.
The blonde woman—who I would later learn was named Kelly—stayed near the wall, her arms folded, watching them both with the calculated interest of someone observing something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with.
“We need to make sure we’re telling the story about what happened the right way,” Jasper said. His voice had taken on a sharp quality that I’d rarely heard him use with Howard.
I felt my stomach drop like I was on a roller coaster plummeting downward.
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