What to do now?
Minutes passed where Bob didn’t move. His knees ached from crouching, but he didn’t care. His eyes stayed locked on the front of the house. He thought about circling around. Maybe peeking through one of the back windows. But what if she saw him? She would completely shut down if she did. Bob was no detective — just a husband chasing a truth he hadn’t asked for.
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