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For days, Liam notice Miranda’s strange behavior. It moved from just looking over her shoulder to hiding.

She is also sneaking around and leaving the house or work at unusual times during the day.

One night, Liam sat in the dark living room, waiting for Miranda to come back.

The front door opens, and she pushes her head through the door, as if making sure she is alone before entering fully.

The moment she steps inside, Liam flips the switch. Her eyes widen, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

‘’Where are you coming from?’’ Laim asks.

‘’Work,’’ Miranda says in a duh tone.

‘’Why are you lying?’’

‘’Are you trying to accuse me of something?’’

‘’Just tell me where you are coming from.’’

‘’I told you, work. With this new position, it is hectic now, so sorry I am so consumed with the job you gave to me.’’

‘’Damn it, Miranda! Stop lying! You weren’t at work. You left before two pm and never returned. When you are coming here at ten at night.’’

Miranda holds her head down.

‘’Don’t give m

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