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For a long time, she’d known that something wasn’t right. Her sense of scent told her so, and she could always trust it, even to sniff out a problem. She tried to reason with herself by saying that Endrődi was a workaholic which didn’t give him too much time to spend with his family. Their fourteen year-old daughter was probably happy that her parents weren’t hovering over her all the time. But she was not her daughter and had a terrible time fending off the loneliness. And it was only getting worse. The physical loneliness was gradually becoming emotional isolation. Whenever Endrődi was home at all, and even if they conversed, there seemed to be an invisible wall towering between them. Their two year-old little son almost never saw his father. Judit knew, could feel that something was
