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Shelley’s hands fisted at her sides, as red bled into the cheeks of her face. “You lied to me?” The grind of her teeth reached my hearing—a split second before she bolted into the hallway.
I shot to my feet, my chair clattering back. “Shelley, wait!”
Her shoes slapped along the floor tiles. “Gabe!” A moment later, rapid pummels hit each step on her run up the stairs.
I swung into the empty hallway.
“Yeah?” Gabe called from my bedroom.
Shit! I reached the bottom step, as she leapt onto the landing above. “Shelley, give me a chance to explain.”
“Why?” she snapped, spinning to glare down at me. “So I can be lied to some more?”
I ascended a few steps and peered up at her. “I never lied to you.”
Footsteps crossed the landing, and Gabe’s face appeared over Shelley’s shoulder. “Mum, w
