Days later, using his laptop to look up a recipe, I found a file: “Tickets_Miami.pdf.” Two plane tickets. A hotel. Eight days. Mike and… Sarah—our friendly neighbor who always borrowed sugar and chatted about her kids. The total? $7,983. My heart dropped.
I called Mike’s boss to confirm the “accident.” His confused response—“What accident?”—told me everything. When Mike got home, I pretended nothing was wrong. I listened to him lie about an upcoming business trip to D.C., knowing exactly where he would be instead.
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