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Last Tuesday, I was in the shower when I suddenly remembered the new hair mask I’d bought.
I’d left it in my purse downstairs.
The water was still running as I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed down the hall, dripping everywhere.
I told myself it was just teenage stuff.
It was only meant to take about 10 seconds. That’s when I heard voices in the kitchen.
Avery’s voice was low. Almost shaking. “Mom doesn’t know the truth.”
I stopped cold in the hallway.
“And she can’t find out.”
My stomach dropped. I couldn’t even process what I was hearing.
Then the floor creaked under my bare foot.
