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Distrust at Home

Jack paced the living room, his mind racing. The cryptic words haunted him, twisting in his thoughts. Alice noticed immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Jack hesitated, unsure how to respond. “Nothing,” he lied, forcing a smile. But Alice frowned. “I know when something’s bothering you, Jack.” He avoided her gaze, the growing distance between them impossible to ignore.
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