I didn’t tell my son.
I didn’t tell my sister.
And I definitely didn’t tell Jessica.
The next morning, everyone gathered around the breakfast table as if nothing had happened.
Jessica was laughing.
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My son was pouring coffee.
I was calmly spreading butter on a piece of toast.
Then Jessica’s phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen casually.
And froze.
The smile vanished from her face.
She read the message once.
Then again.
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Her fingers suddenly tightened around the phone.
My son noticed immediately.
“Jessica?”
She didn’t answer.
Her face had gone completely pale.
“Jessica… what happened?”
Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the screen.
And stared directly at me.
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There was no laughter now.
No smug smile.