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She closes her eyes. “He put words in my mouth. They might have felt true, but I didn’t say it.”

I flinch. They felt true. “You haven’t told him that you know about his wife, have you?”

“No,” she whispers. “I haven’t seen him and haven’t wanted to.” Standing, she tosses the remnants of her cone in the trash can then wraps her arms around herself and shivers