She barely slept that night, turning over every possible scenario, from the harmless to the unsettling. The next morning, she found Adam in the kitchen making pancakes for the kids. He turned, spatula in hand, and smiled.
But she saw it now — that same nervousness flickering in his eyes. “Adam,” she said gently. “We need to talk about the trunk.”
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