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My brother and I stood in front of the duplex, staring at each other with blank expressions. Neither of us knew what awaited us inside.
Even worse, we had no idea how we were going to tell Dad that Grace was cheating on him.
“Should we go in?”
“Let’s do it.”
My brother wrapped his arm around my shoulder, trying to support me, but I felt horrible. I’d never liked Grace, but even for me, accepting that she had betrayed my father was hard. Who knew how he would take it?
Just as my brother was about to ring the bell, I grabbed his hand. “Wait, there’s a spare key under the flowerpot.”
I easily retrieved the key from under the rose pot, but my trembling hands let it slip to the ground.
He bent down, picked it up, and said gently, “Don’t stress. Just stay by my side. I’ll talk to Dad.
