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Stacey woke up the next morning with no more answers than she had the night before. Shielding her kids from what was going on between her and Wray was always her top priority, but if they knew, was she really doing the best thing for them?
She asked herself the same question as she made her way downstairs. The living room looked the same as it always did. No sign of Wray having slept on the couch. The house was quiet, the boys still sleeping, which left Stacey wondering where Wray was.
His sneakers were gone, but his truck was still parked in the driveway. She walked through the downstairs, finding a full pot of coffee and no other sign Wray had been up.
The thump of feet hitting the floor above her head sent Stacey into mommy mode. She listened for the footsteps to lead to the bathr
