CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
My heart thundered as I pulled into the driveway of my house. Could my husband be around? I really did not want to face him. There was a huge chance we could get into some kind of word battle if he actually was in the house. Trust me, that was the last thing I needed on my plate right now.
Lucky for me, I found Clinton sitting on top of the staircase leading to the main entrance. I knew he’d come around. If you found out the horrible truth about your family, you’d definitely want to know more. So who could blame him, right?
“Clinton,”
He stood up and I could see the tiny stubble on his chin. I hadn’t meant to cause him that much distress but the truth would have come out eventually, right? With that consoling thought in mind, I looked at the man in front of me.
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