Chapter 2: The Little Girl in the Photograph
Beneath the sweater was a thick envelope with my name written across it.
Inside were photographs of Mia with my husband, Daniel.
In one, they stood outside a small house I had never seen.
In another, Daniel was holding the hand of a little girl who looked about eight.
My fingers began to shake.
On the back, someone had written, “Daddy’s birthday — our little secret.”
“Mia,” I whispered into the phone.
“Who is this child?”
She went silent.
Then her voice sharpened.
“Karen, put those pictures back.
You don’t understand.”
“Then explain them.”
“I can’t—not over the phone.”
“Were you seeing my husband?”
“No!
But if Daniel knows you found that envelope, everything will fall apart.”
Before I could answer, headlights swept across my bedroom wall.
A car had pulled into my driveway.
“Mia, are you here already?”
“No,” she replied.
The front door opened downstairs.
Then I heard Daniel call my name.
Mia gasped.
“Karen, hide the photographs.
Don’t let him know you’ve seen the little girl.”
Footsteps started climbing the stairs.
What secret were Mia and Daniel hiding from Karen—and who was the little girl?
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