Hiding something from him
Defeated, Ethan slumped into one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting area. He buried his face in his hands, trying to understand what was happening. His thoughts replayed every moment of the day—the nervous look in Julia’s eyes, her tight grip on the bouquet, the moment she whispered: “I’m sorry.” Had she known this would happen? Had she been hiding something from him all along? It sure seemed that way.
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