The Poolside Betrayal That Made An Entire Subdivision Stop

holding the mug with both hands, asking whether Caleb was still working late so often. Marissa had answered honestly. She had trusted the question because she trusted the woman asking it.

Now there were wet footprints leading from Marissa’s kitchen door to the pool. Not from the side gate. Not from the guest path. From the kitchen.

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