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Yes | 2024-07-20 19:10 | active | 1156 | 0 | 1022450009243910 | Veteran Real Estate Agents - Stop Grinding, Do This Instead | Are you a vetren Real Estate Agent facing uncertain times, check out what people are saying about directly coaching with me. <br /> <br /> Kelly Chaplin 14 Listings secured 14 New Listings and closed 14 new transactions when she refocused her thinking while leveraging Matthew's proven frameworks. <br /> <br /> I am an executive life coach and spiritual teacher who specializes in real estate professionals and transformational proven success.<br /> <br /> For the last 26 years, I have personally coached thousands of top performers to achieve Enlightened Prosperity. <br /> <br /> My books, videos, audios and seminars utilize my proven and tested methodology called The Rapid Enlightenment Processâ˘. <br /> <br /> Ready to stop grinding and start thriving by working smarter and not harder? <br /> <br /> Book a call with my team today to discuss how you and I can start working together today. <br /> <br /> Grab a time here today!<br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fmatthewferry.com%2Fschedule_&h=AT2f7SIAOfn1tUeFa8h1HjoWv_V6SbOgoaAe1rFlSGCCzIhpzl_hKvolmT3TovM2Gj-YfxK9P0rqTa91YVfe2MxBvWQTjgK9EFDnrX4XjdS_JqH70NInqfemoern-WZotw4X1AWKfsnoJ0mK46D3Dv_ihqmPRg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://matthewferry.com/schedule_</a> | BOOK_TRAVEL | https://matthewferry.com/schedule_ | 809904895701737 | Matthew Ferry | https://facebook.com/matthewferry | 18,624 | 1 | 2,771,109,703,064,518 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Book now | 0 | Matthew Ferry | 6598357399964 | https://matthewferry.com/schedule_ | NONE | video | https://matthewferry.com/schedule_ | 2024-07-20 13:51 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452108413_493205990065831_1270132208742560765_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=F1C_l23Vy4sQ7kNvgEQxw6g&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDa9lEr17UL5Ak7mInhd4Skwq1lxZy-SCLSRJatU5bKUQ&oe=66A23659 | person_profile | 0 | Matthew Ferry | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452006011_8004294152947537_3362074790837830746_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AMTMLFHmlCIQ7kNvgFl_6n5&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBs6NOGd5nBwZ_7CVdjm_4NQ8wewxaBn1ySltyil27Bnw&oe=66A22B35 | 0 | 3 | Matthew Ferry | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-07-20 19:09 | active | 1156 | 0 | 1499452737625215 | đ˘ PHASE 3 REVEAL đ˘ With homesites filling up FAST, we are thrilled to announce the next phase is now under way at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/courtyardsatgoldengateway">Courtyards at Golden Gateway by Kelly Construction</a>! đ If youâre interested in 55+ amenity rich resort style living, you donât want to miss the reveal event where the next 29 homesites will be unveiled! đ Join us at the clubhouse đď¸ July 25, 2024 | 4-6pm âĄď¸ 1640 Rosemary Ave | Sioux Falls | 1401785000066637 | Kelly Construction | https://facebook.com/KellyHomeBuilders | 4,362 | 1 | 1,468,851,980,661,704 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Construction | 120210959162300654 | NONE | video | 2024-07-18 23:05 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451874978_510689711307885_477741140758939708_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aecKaZqmN10Q7kNvgHeXXSx&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBKML2eiBBtDCx9gK-EEy1hZKYcZuTVVriYiMmmlxz8Jw&oe=66A226DF | person_profile | 0 | Kelly Construction | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452079153_3691380081190805_7527493840380679720_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Sc8sTtLhN8YQ7kNvgFD35Ji&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDeuuI4OPB-aQy2nvQLrdjCPd2a2Tv7QVV-gGQ34LtyQg&oe=66A21500 | 0 | 3 | Kelly Construction | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-18 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Feel the Thrill, Six Books, One Amazing Price! | You've likely picked up novels that fail to captivate, leaving you disappointed.<br /> <br /> This Jessica James Mystery Series is different <br /> <br /> The Jessica James Mystery Series delivers suspense, surprise, and satisfaction. And it will keep you up all night!<br /> <br /> đĽ 60% OFF for New Readers! đĽ<br /> <br /> Click âLearn Moreâ now to take this one-time offer! âŹď¸<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com%2Fjessica-james-mystery-save60%2F&h=AT1CLIYTHaplrO2OH8BEY80bUk2UmRHoklylELVbmOz1U7EbhhM6blRDODvKZVVAGzHhIWKkgfFVf74G0JJkNOfF3FHcjlL9M8zVFdMxaxvlVXs75twk0UwrJ38FwFTtSqcGojb-491AyHbA-T73CVcBpxGkTw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com/jessica-james-mystery-save60/</a><br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com%2Fjessica-james-mystery-save60%2F&h=AT1J213EhFabfn5bP1XV5f_ac7yReggIVMNvHFhVUCa97c0yg0_7tZEzNdd51_PB2082etGvpGhbfZeSw9kh6dVKxPxKUBx1IzJ0Mo7nr8-K5WQ2Vxg2hK89XngmF5KpELbzfxxbhAhb-OhIpVFKhuK3MlLhlQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com/jessica-james-mystery-save60/</a> | LEARN_MORE | https://kellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com/jessica-ja | 113738296657544 | Kelly Oliver Books | https://facebook.com/kellyoliverauthor | 17,889 | 1 | 1,026,422,855,784,377 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Kelly Oliver Books | 120209995005300123 | kellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com | NONE | image | PG 13 - Fast Paced & Thrilling | https://kellyoliverbooks.thrivecart.com/jessica-james-mysteries-half-price/?utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{ad.name}} | 2024-07-15 10:43 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451309483_834248665005430_4023480273528288707_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8GPgwscXRh0Q7kNvgGzD5mF&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDV1WyYaUnNNAVjFiPpiG2L6odb_9C1N8J3l63sweS3nQ&oe=66A21611 | person_profile | 0 | Kelly Oliver Books | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451059898_763402592413654_3241663404696063227_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aumlgLRq4cUQ7kNvgEqdADo&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBTvL4c_jI-u_K6Lnc2dSujb-l3e64y_OOo7fnMhH1MKA&oe=66A22F69 | 0 | 3 | Kelly Oliver Books | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-15 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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đĽ Small Town Romance - Kindle Unlimited! đĽ | Dive into the delightful chaos in the quaint town of Aspen Cove. Nurse Sage Nichols and bar owner Cannon Bishop are as different as day and night, but a spark between them threatens to ignite a wildfire of romance. Can they find common ground in a town where everyone has a second chance at love? Discover their story free with Kindle Unlimited!<br /> <br /> Need a different format? <br /> Audible: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.audible.com%2Fpd%2FAn-Aspen-Cove-Romance-Collection-Books-1-3-Audiobook%2FB0C3FKF4KM&h=AT3aU7MpbeSR2_lmLhkLtEfVnegKbPP9MQADOQ7jDSJaU3cGtae1vyc2QhPMDpi-BTxOV_BcIFy-EyzoM2VBaunklnErr_nRbdhGSRzEET4ZEv-LlyxdIrDjbrj2y5_TTucGjanMTli1aSOMgs_Q_Sre2oOATQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.audible.com/pd/An-Aspen-Cove-Romance-Collection-Books-1-3-Audiobook/B0C3FKF4KM</a><br /> Print: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FOne-Hundred-Reasons-Small-Romance%2Fdp%2FB0BRLRS6YN&h=AT31rHYamVqP87pNSRIB_sVy4ATxgSuEWOIendLQRf2eQvjUavuRjip8vOwXxcRHWZsVFFQ3dQe-QDamrPKgOPDOoV-aXs-yJs0SnoTWnD59cG7k0flLs_dNuD1o0PTmh8EVoJYe7yGclXkKKLbuz9dsuaIhMA" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Small-Romance/dp/B0BRLRS6YN</a><br /> Large Print: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FOne-Hundred-Reasons-Aspen-Romance%2Fdp%2FB08QLGGXS8&h=AT2h__8ygVEhZnf36VgWnLyyV8CjeCvYImu4abqXRapvDZHXAMwkA7v1QuxVSXvBW3LfWLPKyNBWEp8vG2_xFN9sNK7-o3OZakNxeuyPyfDyt-OiVisWsxh4fr2RXLD9zjuW35WcGPpDtylIilKCYSQN_EFSKw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Aspen-Romance/dp/B08QLGGXS8</a> | LEARN_MORE | https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Aspen-R | 772488689433692 | Author Kelly Collins | https://facebook.com/authorkelleycollins | 6,397 | 1 | 988,116,863,095,031 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Author Kelly Collins | 120210467822050375 | amazon.com | NONE | image | https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Aspen-Romance-ebook/dp/B09MT8QJS8?maas=maas_adg_E198A2920F9BA73559AF514DF474F21B_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas | 2024-07-08 22:28 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/450187313_450209414638647_8864237016299515613_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=N4SY1gJd2jIQ7kNvgEERTPs&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYANKcq0PqsonBG4zSWBBn8PGDQgDw9frhhcG671BpsZ6w&oe=66A23CB8 | person_profile | 0 | 0 | 3 | Author Kelly Collins | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-08 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Want to know more about this home? | Bob Kelly just listed this 4 Bed / 2 Bath home in Rock Island, IL for $115,000 | LEARN_MORE | https://www.homes.com/real-estate-agents/bob-kelly | 107283604871530 | Illinois Hot Real Estate | https://facebook.com/100068004285315 | 316 | 1 | 524,481,410,005,682 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Illinois Hot Real Estate | 120212150568520130 | homes.com | NONE | image | Learn more from Bob Kelly | https://www.homes.com/real-estate-agents/bob-kelly/clkxnnf/ | 2024-07-20 15:03 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451981119_1441918786528903_3732405586749954032_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qJxu-CT8hEsQ7kNvgFLYQmq&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAWeCUaZ-091WuFGueqYFlvFMlolgbktw2Sun5qeEYF4w&oe=66A23DED | person_profile | 0 | Illinois Hot Real Estate | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452102555_1209202427180920_2753472368266013124_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LdFMXzeBM2kQ7kNvgGrgjWG&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAGsbsc3dTSmR49HQUdhFiKJuayVcufVvoxwub8A2a-Ug&oe=66A22F37 | 0 | 3 | Illinois Hot Real Estate | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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Zodiac Cadet 270 ALU Inflatable | Zodiac Cadet 270 ALU Inflatable - $900.00<br /> <br /> Purchased this boat brand new in the box from the original owner 2months ago. I have used it 3 times since purchase, I've registered it so a motor can be used with it. It is 8'10 and has an aluminum floor, bench seat and 2 oars carrying bag and air pump, electric air pump and dolly wheels ive used to move it. It isn't as easy to fit in my apartment storage as I had I thought which is my reason I'm listing it, not in a rush to sell it. It's an awesome boat and the 55lb trolling motor I've used gets it moving pretty quick might throw that in for $150. Delfates and fits in the bed of a truck bed is 6'4 but the boat can be folded up into the carrying case for smaller vehicles. 900 firm Solid price for one of these considering what they go for new! Might trade for something of equal value worst I can say is no!<br /> Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/427781176807 | 2251507575100395 | River Kelly | /marketplace/?seller_profile=100002935869378 | 0 | 1 | 439,053,099,111,060 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Contact us | 0 | River Kelly | 6624565433232 | NONE | image | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/427781176807379/ | 2024-07-20 14:57 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452229190_781408044197771_3172694232323833002_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=89H9VSjY6a8Q7kNvgGMLr5_&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAMLUSFbinWsA_igMSrgFflPo2kZ0XB-3SGFE25oNnXDQ&oe=66A211B5 | regular_page | 1 | River Kelly | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452232949_1170581457532378_1701213957891474851_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=91g4HIalg3AQ7kNvgGyNNw7&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCko-SXNj9dc-RulGVY2tcNS0LKVLBcYIGnZGSFyBEWFg&oe=66A20B64 | 0 | 3 | River Kelly | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday, July 17 was National Yellow Pig Day. Why you ask? I have no idea other than it occurs on the 17th and it's actually a day to enjoy the wonders of mathematics.<br /> <br /> In the 1960s, students Michael Spivak and David Kelly became obsessed with the combined simplicity and complexity of the number 17. A mascot was then chosen, which as you might have guessed, was a yellow pig. From this, Yellow pig day became a hit on the academic calendar! Classes sing yellow pig carols, share cake, and even play games based around the number 17.<br /> <br /> I am not sure what to say, other than stop by the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheMedinaAntiqueMall">Medina Antique Mall</a> and check out our collection of pigs!! :) :)<br /> <br /> #YellowPigDay #YellowPig #antiques #antiquemall #collectibles #HomeDecor #homefurnishings #ohioantiques #medinaantiquemall | 1083514125009869 | Medina Antique Mall | https://facebook.com/TheMedinaAntiqueMall | 18,986 | 1 | 874,538,041,221,078 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | Medina Antique Mall | 120211914974810327 | NONE | multi_images | 2024-07-20 14:22 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452317096_1180061926576130_2995124974594224130_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=V2M-2Ovmf3AQ7kNvgGHglhb&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDsJ5W3oTMiv4rqk-R-vZiWsIQjYhYxOSU1mYsWC-VVFA&oe=66A236E9 | person_profile | 0 | Medina Antique Mall | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452209366_1142725413658808_5234143079851647548_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OC9gvaA-XvUQ7kNvgFidWyo&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYASpIeKP24Ix1k6HAQs4gyv5koAuIPcELcGpMkezQ-gHg&oe=66A234BA | 0 | 3 | Medina Antique Mall | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-07-20 19:10 | active | 1156 | 0 | 2494952827369899 | Go to the full episodes NOWđđ | â¤ď¸đşâ¤ď¸Three years ago, Crystal, the daughter of billionaire Brown family, was saved by Charles. To repay him, she hides her true identity and marries him, helping his struggling company. Charles' family constantly humiliates her, unaware that she is the heiress of the city's wealthiest family.Upon her return as the Brown family heir, how will Crystal treat those who once mistreated her? And can Charles mend Crystal's broken heart and win back her love? | LEARN_MORE | https://xsrrq.i299sdgktl.com/fb02.html?shorttv_adi | 126997507157767 | SHORT TV | https://facebook.com/61551042265812 | 382,992 | 6 | 1,545,048,783,062,732 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | SHORT TV | 120211187518840263 | xsrrq.i299sdgktl.com | NONE | video | https://xsrrq.i299sdgktl.com/fb02.html?shorttv_adid=30380&language=en×tamp=1721312219684&utm_source=facebook&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 2024-07-20 13:20 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452231944_2512895608896084_2657944148722892997_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KlM9TB4sWCYQ7kNvgHVjq1k&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAuFDSNPyHv8ZB2CZAueMAeBUoMcUcwaNc-N9jN1nqVIw&oe=66A21082 | person_profile | 0 | SHORT TV | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452228719_1002283264971054_4591625178353042504_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bv45dS9g-FUQ7kNvgHS59X4&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBCxmXh9GH5vobA4Ew2UYxZNlp3naDzK3IQ_tUedlNsrA&oe=66A23F5C | 0 | 3 | SHORT TV | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Corporal Christopher Kelly Willis Foundation | Great Rewards for Great Warriors<br /> <br /> The primary mission of the Willis Foundation is to fund college scholarships for children whose United States Armed Services parent was killed or permanently disabled in a combat zone.<br /> <br /> These children have also made the ultimate sacrifice. | LIKE_PAGE | https://www.facebook.com/78134394349 | 78134394349 | Corporal Christopher Kelly Willis Foundation | https://facebook.com/CplChrisWillis | 1,649 | 1 | 1,497,705,110,846,600 | 2024-07-20 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Like Page | 0 | Corporal Christopher Kelly Willis Foundation | 120210303232640135 | facebook.com | NONE | image | https://www.facebook.com/78134394349 | 2024-07-18 15:31 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451960659_372353565876854_4530535473321688795_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ywdXyQ5hoI4Q7kNvgG6f6eL&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AYA-y7q4XAAMnm9yfR8JrgLKfju5mhKcfCoCuXT-Ybjuuw&oe=66A22E74 | person_profile | 0 | 0 | 3 | Corporal Christopher Kelly Willis Foundation | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-18 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-07-20 19:10 | active | 1156 | 0 | 1222170605894218 | Continue reading â¤â¤ | When I pulled an older iPhone out from between the mattress and box springs, I saw a screen full of text messages.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> ăIâm heading to the hotel.ă<br /> ăWhere are you?ă<br /> ăDonât keep me waiting, honey.ă<br /> ăI need you.ă<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ââââââââ<br /> I straightened from putting the last plate into the dishwasher and stretched for a towel to wipe my hands. I was exhausted after twenty-four straight hours with the kids, and Rob still wasnât home. Not to mention, I needed to make cupcakes for Maxâs schoolâand somehow do it without sugar.<br /> So the ensuing crash upstairs was not welcome.<br /> Dropping the towel, I whisper-sprinted up to the second floorârunning on tiptoes while hopping, leaping, and skipping over every toy obstacle, creaky floorboard, and rogue crayon along the way.<br /> The light was on in Maxâs room, and considering that I had made this trek a half dozen times in the last hour, I was out of patience.<br /> âYou need to go to sleep,â I growled, throwing open the door, my fierce mom glare already in place.<br /> Except the devil child was asleep.<br /> Heâd fallen out of bed, crashed onto an entire village of Legosâscattering them to inferno and backâand was dead asleep.<br /> My heart gave a little squeeze even as the logical part of me recognized the giant mess Iâd be picking up tomorrow.<br /> It was just that face.<br /> A cupidâs bow of bright pink lips, slightly parted, rosy cheeks, and mussed hair. The boy was cute, and it was hard to believe he was part of me, that heâd come from my body.<br /> I clucked my tongue at myself, knowing I was being ridiculous and romantic and Melissa-like because Iâd spent the day with Kelly and her toddler, Abby.<br /> My baby sister had a baby. And a man. And was all grown upâ<br /> Oh God. There I went with the tears again.<br /> Swiping a finger under each eye, I navigated the minefield of toys as I made my way over to Max. I gave an internal grunt as I lifted the littleâor not so little, anymoreâmonkey and tucked him back into bed.<br /> One hastily constructed barrier of pillows and blankets and stuffed Minecraft toys later, and I was heading back out of the room.<br /> I flicked the light off, started to leaveâ<br /> âToo dark, Mommy,â he murmured.<br /> A sigh. Back on it went. âGood night, sweetheart.â<br /> âNight.â<br /> This time I made it to the top of the stairs before a sound stopped me.<br /> It wasnât the kids. No. This was more like . . . buzzing?<br /> I cocked my head and listened, then made my way to my bedroom, a growing pile of toys in my arms as I went.<br /> The door was open, and I walked inside, dumping the pile on the coverlet before stopping to pinpoint the sound.<br /> I felt my pockets for my cell. Not even two days before, Iâd scoured the house for my phone, it somehow having fallen out of my pocket, ending up under the dresser. It had taken darn near fifty calls and a search of the entire house before Iâd found it.<br /> Those locating apps were all well and good, but they couldnât tell a person which room in a house their phone was. Which meant the app, for my day-to-day exploits, was pretty much useless.<br /> I hardly left home at all except for the kidsâ activities and school pickup or drop off.<br /> Or if Rob needed something down at the station.<br /> And that was fine. My place was at home. The kids needed me, Rob needed me. It was just that sometimes . . .<br /> No. Donât get sidetracked.<br /> My phone was in my pocket. The sound wasnât coming from beneath the dresser.<br /> It was coming from the bed.<br /> I peered under, saw nothing, and I was reaching for Robâs flashlight in his nightstand when I realized where exactly the noise was originating from.<br /> My hand slid between the mattress and box spring, jumping a little when the object buzzed against my fingers.<br /> âWhatâ?â I pulled it out, saw it was an older-looking iPhone. Why was thereâ<br /> Then I saw the texts. An entire screen worth of them.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> Iâm heading to the hotel.<br /> Where are you?<br /> Donât keep me waiting, honey.<br /> I need you.<br /> The question wasnât why Rob had hidden a phone under his side of the mattress. It was why someone named Celeste was calling him honey and telling my husband that she needed him.<br /> Downstairs, I heard the garage door rumble open and close, the clink of Robâs keys on the kitchen counter. âMiss?â he called softly up the stairs.<br /> My voice was gone, my throat tight. My eyes burned, and still, I held the phone. It wasnât until I heard him walking down the hall to the bedroom that I sprang into motion.<br /> I shoved the phone back under the mattress and scooped up the toys.<br /> Rob stopped short in the doorway. âOh.â He smiled. âI called you.â<br /> âSorry, I was cleaning.â<br /> He touched my cheek, slid past me. âYou donât have to do that.â<br /> âItâs my job,â I said brightly, and if it was too bright then what did it matter anyway?<br /> My husband was moving toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. âIs there a plate for me?â<br /> I turned, saw heâd paused, and forced a smile. âYup. Iâll heat it up for you.â<br /> âThanks, love.â<br /> âOf course.â I walked out of the bedroom but didnât go downstairs.<br /> Instead, I hesitated in the hall, silent and waiting.<br /> And my gut tied itself into knots when I heard Robâs footfalls across the carpet, the slide of his hand beneath the mattress as he pulled out the phone.<br /> âMOOOOOOOOOM!â<br /> The camera in my hands jumped, and that perfect angle, the perfect highlight of the sunâs rays coming through my kitchen window and traipsing across my gorgeous display of a saladâif I did say so myselfâdisappeared in a flash.<br /> No pun intended.<br /> Footsteps pounded across the floor overhead. Eight feet. From two kids and one dog. The trio was streaking across the hallway, preparing to hurtle themselves down the stairs.<br /> Which meant I had approximately twelve seconds to get the shot before chaos descended.<br /> Back up on my tiptoes, extending my arm precariously over the plate as I leanedâread: contortedâmyself in such a way as to obtain that perfect angle without marring the photograph with something as egregious as my shadow.<br /> Bang. Bang. Bang.<br /> âOw!â Allie. Sheâd just turned five and was a terror on two legs. âIâm telling Mom!â<br /> âAlmost there,â I puffed.<br /> âIt was your fault.â Max. My sweet boy. Now eight and not so little.<br /> âRuff!â The dog. The terror on four legs. Rocco was seven months old and sixty pounds of exuberant energy, potty accidents, and counter surfing.<br /> But Rob loved the fluffball.<br /> Rob.<br /> My eyes burned.<br /> The trio slid around the corner into the kitchen, Rocco colliding with the far wall.<br /> His brakes werenât great yet.<br /> With the groupâs appearance, the noise level in the room rose to deafening.<br /> Click.<br /> I checked the shot and breathed out a sigh of relief. Perfect.<br /> Stepping down from the stool Iâd been perched on, I stashed my camera carefully out of reach of canine and human troublemakers then stowed the plate in the fridge. Another taste test wouldnât hurt, just to perfect the recipe.<br /> And really, I wasnât going to waste one crumb of that goat cheese. Not when it was so expensive and difficult to find in Nowhere, Utah.<br /> Or rather, Darlington, Utah.<br /> âMom.â<br /> Max stood with his arms crossed. He was tall for his age with dark hair and eyes and the spitting image of Rob, a fact that made my bruised heart ache all the more.<br /> Allie was like me: slender, tall, and blond with pale brown eyes and skin that never failed to burn in the sun.<br /> We needed to invest in sunscreen stock. God knew we bought enough of the stuff.<br /> Both kids were talking over each other, furious frowns pulling their brows down as they tried to prove their point . . . or, rather, ruin my eardrums by being the loudest.<br /> Even Rocco chimed in with several well-timed barks.<br /> I did what I always did in these situations.<br /> I stood silently. And waited.<br /> It never took long, Iâd found. If I tried to raise my voice over theirs, tried to shout my way for quiet, like Rob did, nothing. He used his magical cop skills to reign tough over the kidsâand dog, I thought, as Rocco eyed the countertop like it held a kingâs trove of treasure.<br /> My voice didnât do that.<br /> My glare did, however.<br /> Rocco paused mid-leap and plunked his front paws back on the tile floor.<br /> Max was the first human to stop contributing to the noise. Older and wiser, he was.<br /> Allie went on for a few more beats before her eyes widened and her mouth clamped closed.<br /> âMax, explain your side first.â<br /> âI was playing with my Legos, and Allie barged in and broke my setââ<br /> âI did not!â Allie protested.<br /> âItâs not your turn to speak,â I told her.<br /> She huffed and crossed her arms.<br /> âShe broke my house, and Iâll never be able to find all of the pieces, and I-Iââ Tears welled in his brown eyes, and I had to steel my heart against those glistening orbs. He might be cute, but he was also smart.<br /> Too smart for my good.<br /> âOkay,â I said. âAllie, your side.â<br /> âHe took my Lego set, and I wanted to get the pieces back. It was my house, and he canât keep it.â<br /> âYou let me borrow it!â Max said, indignant.<br /> âI want it back.â<br /> âIââ<br /> âYouââ<br /> I waited.<br /> The second round took less time.<br /> âWhat happens when you fight over toys?â I asked.<br /> Two sets of eyes went wide. Rocco whined and lay down on the floor, burying his nose in his paws.<br /> Max glanced at Allie. âHow about you use my Legos and build your own house?â<br /> Allie considered this. âAnd then when weâre done we can switch back!â<br /> Max nodded. âOkay.â<br /> They ran off, Rocco trailing their progress, leaving with as much noise as theyâd entered the room.<br /> âTen minutes until bath time!â I called, but they were already out of earshot.<br /> With a rueful smile, I pulled my plate from the fridge and a fork out of the drawer.<br /> âYouâre deduce when you pull that stern glare out.â<br /> I shivered at the voice in my ear, the chest very close to my spine. My body knew my husbandâs on an intrinsic level, and so I didnât jump in surprise or shriek in fear.<br /> Instead, I melted into his warmth, soaked up his scent.<br /> âHi, baby,â he said with a soft peck to the side of my neck.<br /> âHi, yourself.â I turned, slipping carefully out of his embrace. Because even though I loved this man with every fiber of my being, he might not feel the same.<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ---<br /> Rob was back to snoring when I crept through the bedroom. I shook my head and closed the door behind me, heading for the top of the stairs.<br /> That was when I heard the first noise.<br /> A moan. The rustling of bedclothes. I dropped my shoes and bolted for Allieâs bedroom.<br /> She began crying.<br /> âMom!â<br /> I skirted the mess of toys on the floor, picking my way across with all the finesse of an American Ninja Warrior.<br /> âWhatâs wrong, honey?â I asked.<br /> âI donâtââ<br /> I was already reaching for her when she exploded.<br /> Okay, not exploded exactly. More like Poltergeist-vomited, all over me. It dripped down my hair, soaked into my blouse, my jeans, the carpet, and bedding.<br /> Perfect. Just perfect.<br /> Allie began crying in earnest, and I soothed her as I swept her into my arms. We made it to the bathroom in record time.<br /> I set her down in front of the toilet, holding her hair back when she gagged again and again. âIâm sorry, honey,â I said when she stopped. Then I wet a towel and wiped her face and neck. âLetâs get you out of these clothes.â<br /> She was shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. âIâm sorry, Mommy.â<br /> âShh. Not your fault.â I wrapped her in a towel and cuddled her close until she stopped shivering. âLetâs get you a quick bath, and then Iâll set you up on the couch, okay?â<br /> âO-okay.â<br /> Fifteen minutes later she was in clean pajamas, wrapped in blankets, and tucked into the couch, a bucket within armâs reach.<br /> I went back upstairs to strip the sheets and clean the carpet. Then I carried all of the dirty linens back down to the laundry room and tossed them in the washer. By now the vomit had mostly dried on my clothes and hair, and I was in desperate need of a shower.<br /> Time would tell if this was the stomach bug plague or if Allie had just eaten something that didnât agree with her.<br /> Would one fall? Or would they all?<br /> I snorted quietly as I slipped back into the bedroom, only to be bowled over by Rocco, wagging tail and wriggly butt. Rob must have let him out. He sniffed the carpet, did a one-eighty.<br /> Uh-oh, potty time.<br /> âCome on,â I said, opening the door.<br /> He pushed past me and sprinted down the stairs. I hustled after him, not wanting him to wake up Allie, whoâd finally fallen back asleep.<br /> But I neednât have worried. He bypassed the living room completely and went straight to the back door. âGood boy,â I told him and opened it just wide enough for him to slip out. The icy morning breeze shot through the gap, having the dual effect of kicking up the smell of puke on my person and cutting directly through my still-damp clothes.<br /> I shivered. âHurry up, dog.â<br /> Rocco took a few more minutes. It was too cold to leave him outside, young as he was. Of course, he was the one with the thick fur.<br /> Finally, he was done and sprinted for the opening into the house.<br /> Or rather, crashed into the door, since those brakes were still under training.<br /> âCome on, goofy,â I told him as I snagged his collar and corralled him past the sleeping Allie on the sofa.<br /> Iâd already lost count of the trips up and down the stairs and it wasnât even six yet. Who said my butt wasnât high and tight? At this rate, Iâd be a Kardashian in no time. Rocco wriggled his way alongside me, not fighting when I stuck him back in his kennel. Though that was probably because I promised him breakfast after Iâd showered.<br /> The bathroom light shone through the crack in the bottom of the door, and the bed was empty.<br /> That plus the absence of chainsaw sounds told me Rob was in the bathroom.<br /> Who was the detective now? I thought with a smirk.<br /> I crossed to the bathroom and opened the door.<br /> Or tried to.<br /> It was locked.<br /> I frowned.<br /> Tried again.<br /> âRob?â I knocked, tilted my head when I heard . . . was he talking to someone? âRob?â I asked louder.<br /> The sounds inside the bathroom cut off. After a pause, he called, âMiss?â<br /> âThe door is locked.â<br /> Another pause. Then footsteps. The locked clicked before the door swung open. Rob was wrapped in a towel, his chest undressed and glittering with drops of water. Normally, Iâd have been distracted by those little beads of liquid. Today I barely noticed because there was a mark on his neck.<br /> A suspicious bruise on the base of his throatâ<br /> Where someone might have pecked him.<br /> And that someone had not been me.<br /> Rob smiled, but it looked strained. âSorry, hon. Force of habit.â He turned and walked into the closet, closing the door behind him.<br /> I was still on the threshold, blinking after him, when the door popped back open and he stuck his head out. âYou look cute, by the way.â<br /> Before I could stammer out a thanks, the door shut again.<br /> Had he not noticed the puke? Or was he trying to be nice because it looked like Iâd been put through the wringer?<br /> Or perhaps most important of all, had I imagined the mark?<br /> I rushed the shower, hissing as the cold water streamed from my hair and down my back.<br /> Rob came out of the closet just as I stepped out, shivering more violently than Allie had been an hour earlier. He wore a button-down shirt, tie, and slacks.<br /> âYou look nice,â I said, unable to ignore the fact that the shirt covered his neck. Should I pull it down and confront him?<br /> âMeeting with the chief today.â<br /> Darlington was too small for its own police force. Rob worked at the county sheriffâs office. The bigger force meant more resources for our little group of towns and better coverage.<br /> âWhat about?â I asked as I wrapped a towel around my head.<br /> âA case Iâve been working on.â<br /> âWhat case?â I ran the towel up one leg, then the other. Robâs eyes followed the movement.<br /> âCanât talk about it yet,â he said. I frowned, but before I could press his answerâwe always discussed his cases, if not in specifics then at least in generalsâhe went on, âWhen was the last time you had something besides a salad?â<br /> I straightened, pulling the towel around my breasts. âWhat do you mean?â<br /> âYouâre too thin, Miss.â<br /> âWhat?â<br /> He crossed over to me, pulling the towel open and splaying one hand over my side.<br /> My heart skipped a beat. Calloused fingers. Rough skin against smooth. I forgot about the bruise on his neck, about the phone and suspicions. I wanted his hand to move.<br /> Up or down. I almost didnât care.<br /> I needed him to touch me.<br /> His head dropped next to mine, hot breath on my neck, my ear. âYou need to eat more.â<br /> It took a second for the words to process. I stiffened, leaned back.<br /> Not that it mattered since Rob had already stepped away.<br /> ---<br /> The bed dipped, and I rolled over to see Rob sitting on the side of the bed.<br /> âIs there anything for dinner?â he asked.<br /> âNot today,â I said. âWe were all sick.â<br /> His dark brows pulled down. âYou were? Why didnât you call me?â<br /> âI texted you three times.â<br /> âYou did? I didnât get them.â He pulled out his cell and unlocked it. The little green box had a red bubble with a three in the upper right corner. He tapped it and, lo and behold, my messages were there.<br /> Any chance you can come home early? The stomach plague has hit.<br /> <br /> Iâm feeling really lousy, could use some help.<br /> <br /> So much puke. I need backup.<br /> <br /> âSht,â he muttered.<br /> I reached over him, tapped the lower case âiâ on the right side of the screen, and swiped off the mute function.<br /> âMaybe donât put your wife on Do Not Disturb?â<br /> âOh, I didnât realizeââ<br /> I sighed and flopped over to my side, facing away from him. My heart felt fragile, ready to shatter into a million pieces. I kept telling myself that I was crazy, that things were fine and we were going through a rough patch.<br /> But . . .<br /> This didnât feel like a rough patch. It felt likeâ<br /> I bit my lip hard, stopping the thought before it could completely materialize.<br /> Weâd worked through tough times before. Every couple had ups and downs. What made us different was that we could talk to each other about anything.<br /> Or we used to, anyway.<br /> I turned my head so I could see him over my shoulder. âNot realizing things seems to be the theme with you lately, Rob. Can we talk about whatâs going on? Itâs not like you to be so detached.â<br /> Silence.<br /> He sat six inches away from me, eyes on his phone, and he didnât even look at me.<br /> He. Didnât. Look. At. Me.<br /> In that moment, I felt ten years old again. Begging my mom to see me. To want me. To value me.<br /> And in that moment, I hated my husband for making me feel that way.<br /> I wasnât that little girl any longer. I knew my own worth. Iâ<br /> Didnât beg for love. That came internally. I loved myself.<br /> Because Rob had given me the strength to learn how.<br /> His touch made me jump.<br /> It was a gentle caress, one soft brush of his thumb beneath my eye to collect a drop of moisture I hadnât realized was there.<br /> âMiss, Iââ<br /> His phone rang. He glanced down at it, and I held my breath, waiting for him, wishing he would decline it.<br /> He didnât.<br /> His finger swiped across the screen.<br /> âHello?â Rob said and walked from the room.<br /> I think we urgently need to talk.<br /> For my kids.<br /> For me. <br /> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /> Curious to know what happens next? 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No | 2024-07-20 19:10 | active | 1156 | 0 | 460320033528849 | Continue reading â¤â¤ | When I pulled an older iPhone out from between the mattress and box springs, I saw a screen full of text messages.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> ăIâm heading to the hotel.ă<br /> ăWhere are you?ă<br /> ăDonât keep me waiting, honey.ă<br /> ăI need you.ă<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ââââââââ<br /> I straightened from putting the last plate into the dishwasher and stretched for a towel to wipe my hands. I was exhausted after twenty-four straight hours with the kids, and Rob still wasnât home. Not to mention, I needed to make cupcakes for Maxâs schoolâand somehow do it without sugar.<br /> So the ensuing crash upstairs was not welcome.<br /> Dropping the towel, I whisper-sprinted up to the second floorârunning on tiptoes while hopping, leaping, and skipping over every toy obstacle, creaky floorboard, and rogue crayon along the way.<br /> The light was on in Maxâs room, and considering that I had made this trek a half dozen times in the last hour, I was out of patience.<br /> âYou need to go to sleep,â I growled, throwing open the door, my fierce mom glare already in place.<br /> Except the devil child was asleep.<br /> Heâd fallen out of bed, crashed onto an entire village of Legosâscattering them to inferno and backâand was dead asleep.<br /> My heart gave a little squeeze even as the logical part of me recognized the giant mess Iâd be picking up tomorrow.<br /> It was just that face.<br /> A cupidâs bow of bright pink lips, slightly parted, rosy cheeks, and mussed hair. The boy was cute, and it was hard to believe he was part of me, that heâd come from my body.<br /> I clucked my tongue at myself, knowing I was being ridiculous and romantic and Melissa-like because Iâd spent the day with Kelly and her toddler, Abby.<br /> My baby sister had a baby. And a man. And was all grown upâ<br /> Oh God. There I went with the tears again.<br /> Swiping a finger under each eye, I navigated the minefield of toys as I made my way over to Max. I gave an internal grunt as I lifted the littleâor not so little, anymoreâmonkey and tucked him back into bed.<br /> One hastily constructed barrier of pillows and blankets and stuffed Minecraft toys later, and I was heading back out of the room.<br /> I flicked the light off, started to leaveâ<br /> âToo dark, Mommy,â he murmured.<br /> A sigh. Back on it went. âGood night, sweetheart.â<br /> âNight.â<br /> This time I made it to the top of the stairs before a sound stopped me.<br /> It wasnât the kids. No. This was more like . . . buzzing?<br /> I cocked my head and listened, then made my way to my bedroom, a growing pile of toys in my arms as I went.<br /> The door was open, and I walked inside, dumping the pile on the coverlet before stopping to pinpoint the sound.<br /> I felt my pockets for my cell. Not even two days before, Iâd scoured the house for my phone, it somehow having fallen out of my pocket, ending up under the dresser. It had taken darn near fifty calls and a search of the entire house before Iâd found it.<br /> Those locating apps were all well and good, but they couldnât tell a person which room in a house their phone was. Which meant the app, for my day-to-day exploits, was pretty much useless.<br /> I hardly left home at all except for the kidsâ activities and school pickup or drop off.<br /> Or if Rob needed something down at the station.<br /> And that was fine. My place was at home. The kids needed me, Rob needed me. It was just that sometimes . . .<br /> No. Donât get sidetracked.<br /> My phone was in my pocket. The sound wasnât coming from beneath the dresser.<br /> It was coming from the bed.<br /> I peered under, saw nothing, and I was reaching for Robâs flashlight in his nightstand when I realized where exactly the noise was originating from.<br /> My hand slid between the mattress and box spring, jumping a little when the object buzzed against my fingers.<br /> âWhatâ?â I pulled it out, saw it was an older-looking iPhone. Why was thereâ<br /> Then I saw the texts. An entire screen worth of them.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> Iâm heading to the hotel.<br /> Where are you?<br /> Donât keep me waiting, honey.<br /> I need you.<br /> The question wasnât why Rob had hidden a phone under his side of the mattress. It was why someone named Celeste was calling him honey and telling my husband that she needed him.<br /> Downstairs, I heard the garage door rumble open and close, the clink of Robâs keys on the kitchen counter. âMiss?â he called softly up the stairs.<br /> My voice was gone, my throat tight. My eyes burned, and still, I held the phone. It wasnât until I heard him walking down the hall to the bedroom that I sprang into motion.<br /> I shoved the phone back under the mattress and scooped up the toys.<br /> Rob stopped short in the doorway. âOh.â He smiled. âI called you.â<br /> âSorry, I was cleaning.â<br /> He touched my cheek, slid past me. âYou donât have to do that.â<br /> âItâs my job,â I said brightly, and if it was too bright then what did it matter anyway?<br /> My husband was moving toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. âIs there a plate for me?â<br /> I turned, saw heâd paused, and forced a smile. âYup. Iâll heat it up for you.â<br /> âThanks, love.â<br /> âOf course.â I walked out of the bedroom but didnât go downstairs.<br /> Instead, I hesitated in the hall, silent and waiting.<br /> And my gut tied itself into knots when I heard Robâs footfalls across the carpet, the slide of his hand beneath the mattress as he pulled out the phone.<br /> âMOOOOOOOOOM!â<br /> The camera in my hands jumped, and that perfect angle, the perfect highlight of the sunâs rays coming through my kitchen window and traipsing across my gorgeous display of a saladâif I did say so myselfâdisappeared in a flash.<br /> No pun intended.<br /> Footsteps pounded across the floor overhead. Eight feet. From two kids and one dog. The trio was streaking across the hallway, preparing to hurtle themselves down the stairs.<br /> Which meant I had approximately twelve seconds to get the shot before chaos descended.<br /> Back up on my tiptoes, extending my arm precariously over the plate as I leanedâread: contortedâmyself in such a way as to obtain that perfect angle without marring the photograph with something as egregious as my shadow.<br /> Bang. Bang. Bang.<br /> âOw!â Allie. Sheâd just turned five and was a terror on two legs. âIâm telling Mom!â<br /> âAlmost there,â I puffed.<br /> âIt was your fault.â Max. My sweet boy. Now eight and not so little.<br /> âRuff!â The dog. The terror on four legs. Rocco was seven months old and sixty pounds of exuberant energy, potty accidents, and counter surfing.<br /> But Rob loved the fluffball.<br /> Rob.<br /> My eyes burned.<br /> The trio slid around the corner into the kitchen, Rocco colliding with the far wall.<br /> His brakes werenât great yet.<br /> With the groupâs appearance, the noise level in the room rose to deafening.<br /> Click.<br /> I checked the shot and breathed out a sigh of relief. Perfect.<br /> Stepping down from the stool Iâd been perched on, I stashed my camera carefully out of reach of canine and human troublemakers then stowed the plate in the fridge. Another taste test wouldnât hurt, just to perfect the recipe.<br /> And really, I wasnât going to waste one crumb of that goat cheese. Not when it was so expensive and difficult to find in Nowhere, Utah.<br /> Or rather, Darlington, Utah.<br /> âMom.â<br /> Max stood with his arms crossed. He was tall for his age with dark hair and eyes and the spitting image of Rob, a fact that made my bruised heart ache all the more.<br /> Allie was like me: slender, tall, and blond with pale brown eyes and skin that never failed to burn in the sun.<br /> We needed to invest in sunscreen stock. God knew we bought enough of the stuff.<br /> Both kids were talking over each other, furious frowns pulling their brows down as they tried to prove their point . . . or, rather, ruin my eardrums by being the loudest.<br /> Even Rocco chimed in with several well-timed barks.<br /> I did what I always did in these situations.<br /> I stood silently. And waited.<br /> It never took long, Iâd found. If I tried to raise my voice over theirs, tried to shout my way for quiet, like Rob did, nothing. He used his magical cop skills to reign tough over the kidsâand dog, I thought, as Rocco eyed the countertop like it held a kingâs trove of treasure.<br /> My voice didnât do that.<br /> My glare did, however.<br /> Rocco paused mid-leap and plunked his front paws back on the tile floor.<br /> Max was the first human to stop contributing to the noise. Older and wiser, he was.<br /> Allie went on for a few more beats before her eyes widened and her mouth clamped closed.<br /> âMax, explain your side first.â<br /> âI was playing with my Legos, and Allie barged in and broke my setââ<br /> âI did not!â Allie protested.<br /> âItâs not your turn to speak,â I told her.<br /> She huffed and crossed her arms.<br /> âShe broke my house, and Iâll never be able to find all of the pieces, and I-Iââ Tears welled in his brown eyes, and I had to steel my heart against those glistening orbs. He might be cute, but he was also smart.<br /> Too smart for my good.<br /> âOkay,â I said. âAllie, your side.â<br /> âHe took my Lego set, and I wanted to get the pieces back. It was my house, and he canât keep it.â<br /> âYou let me borrow it!â Max said, indignant.<br /> âI want it back.â<br /> âIââ<br /> âYouââ<br /> I waited.<br /> The second round took less time.<br /> âWhat happens when you fight over toys?â I asked.<br /> Two sets of eyes went wide. Rocco whined and lay down on the floor, burying his nose in his paws.<br /> Max glanced at Allie. âHow about you use my Legos and build your own house?â<br /> Allie considered this. âAnd then when weâre done we can switch back!â<br /> Max nodded. âOkay.â<br /> They ran off, Rocco trailing their progress, leaving with as much noise as theyâd entered the room.<br /> âTen minutes until bath time!â I called, but they were already out of earshot.<br /> With a rueful smile, I pulled my plate from the fridge and a fork out of the drawer.<br /> âYouâre deduce when you pull that stern glare out.â<br /> I shivered at the voice in my ear, the chest very close to my spine. My body knew my husbandâs on an intrinsic level, and so I didnât jump in surprise or shriek in fear.<br /> Instead, I melted into his warmth, soaked up his scent.<br /> âHi, baby,â he said with a soft peck to the side of my neck.<br /> âHi, yourself.â I turned, slipping carefully out of his embrace. Because even though I loved this man with every fiber of my being, he might not feel the same.<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ---<br /> Rob was back to snoring when I crept through the bedroom. I shook my head and closed the door behind me, heading for the top of the stairs.<br /> That was when I heard the first noise.<br /> A moan. The rustling of bedclothes. I dropped my shoes and bolted for Allieâs bedroom.<br /> She began crying.<br /> âMom!â<br /> I skirted the mess of toys on the floor, picking my way across with all the finesse of an American Ninja Warrior.<br /> âWhatâs wrong, honey?â I asked.<br /> âI donâtââ<br /> I was already reaching for her when she exploded.<br /> Okay, not exploded exactly. More like Poltergeist-vomited, all over me. It dripped down my hair, soaked into my blouse, my jeans, the carpet, and bedding.<br /> Perfect. Just perfect.<br /> Allie began crying in earnest, and I soothed her as I swept her into my arms. We made it to the bathroom in record time.<br /> I set her down in front of the toilet, holding her hair back when she gagged again and again. âIâm sorry, honey,â I said when she stopped. Then I wet a towel and wiped her face and neck. âLetâs get you out of these clothes.â<br /> She was shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. âIâm sorry, Mommy.â<br /> âShh. Not your fault.â I wrapped her in a towel and cuddled her close until she stopped shivering. âLetâs get you a quick bath, and then Iâll set you up on the couch, okay?â<br /> âO-okay.â<br /> Fifteen minutes later she was in clean pajamas, wrapped in blankets, and tucked into the couch, a bucket within armâs reach.<br /> I went back upstairs to strip the sheets and clean the carpet. Then I carried all of the dirty linens back down to the laundry room and tossed them in the washer. By now the vomit had mostly dried on my clothes and hair, and I was in desperate need of a shower.<br /> Time would tell if this was the stomach bug plague or if Allie had just eaten something that didnât agree with her.<br /> Would one fall? Or would they all?<br /> I snorted quietly as I slipped back into the bedroom, only to be bowled over by Rocco, wagging tail and wriggly butt. Rob must have let him out. He sniffed the carpet, did a one-eighty.<br /> Uh-oh, potty time.<br /> âCome on,â I said, opening the door.<br /> He pushed past me and sprinted down the stairs. I hustled after him, not wanting him to wake up Allie, whoâd finally fallen back asleep.<br /> But I neednât have worried. He bypassed the living room completely and went straight to the back door. âGood boy,â I told him and opened it just wide enough for him to slip out. The icy morning breeze shot through the gap, having the dual effect of kicking up the smell of puke on my person and cutting directly through my still-damp clothes.<br /> I shivered. âHurry up, dog.â<br /> Rocco took a few more minutes. It was too cold to leave him outside, young as he was. Of course, he was the one with the thick fur.<br /> Finally, he was done and sprinted for the opening into the house.<br /> Or rather, crashed into the door, since those brakes were still under training.<br /> âCome on, goofy,â I told him as I snagged his collar and corralled him past the sleeping Allie on the sofa.<br /> Iâd already lost count of the trips up and down the stairs and it wasnât even six yet. Who said my butt wasnât high and tight? At this rate, Iâd be a Kardashian in no time. Rocco wriggled his way alongside me, not fighting when I stuck him back in his kennel. Though that was probably because I promised him breakfast after Iâd showered.<br /> The bathroom light shone through the crack in the bottom of the door, and the bed was empty.<br /> That plus the absence of chainsaw sounds told me Rob was in the bathroom.<br /> Who was the detective now? I thought with a smirk.<br /> I crossed to the bathroom and opened the door.<br /> Or tried to.<br /> It was locked.<br /> I frowned.<br /> Tried again.<br /> âRob?â I knocked, tilted my head when I heard . . . was he talking to someone? âRob?â I asked louder.<br /> The sounds inside the bathroom cut off. After a pause, he called, âMiss?â<br /> âThe door is locked.â<br /> Another pause. Then footsteps. The locked clicked before the door swung open. Rob was wrapped in a towel, his chest undressed and glittering with drops of water. Normally, Iâd have been distracted by those little beads of liquid. Today I barely noticed because there was a mark on his neck.<br /> A suspicious bruise on the base of his throatâ<br /> Where someone might have pecked him.<br /> And that someone had not been me.<br /> Rob smiled, but it looked strained. âSorry, hon. Force of habit.â He turned and walked into the closet, closing the door behind him.<br /> I was still on the threshold, blinking after him, when the door popped back open and he stuck his head out. âYou look cute, by the way.â<br /> Before I could stammer out a thanks, the door shut again.<br /> Had he not noticed the puke? Or was he trying to be nice because it looked like Iâd been put through the wringer?<br /> Or perhaps most important of all, had I imagined the mark?<br /> I rushed the shower, hissing as the cold water streamed from my hair and down my back.<br /> Rob came out of the closet just as I stepped out, shivering more violently than Allie had been an hour earlier. He wore a button-down shirt, tie, and slacks.<br /> âYou look nice,â I said, unable to ignore the fact that the shirt covered his neck. Should I pull it down and confront him?<br /> âMeeting with the chief today.â<br /> Darlington was too small for its own police force. Rob worked at the county sheriffâs office. The bigger force meant more resources for our little group of towns and better coverage.<br /> âWhat about?â I asked as I wrapped a towel around my head.<br /> âA case Iâve been working on.â<br /> âWhat case?â I ran the towel up one leg, then the other. Robâs eyes followed the movement.<br /> âCanât talk about it yet,â he said. I frowned, but before I could press his answerâwe always discussed his cases, if not in specifics then at least in generalsâhe went on, âWhen was the last time you had something besides a salad?â<br /> I straightened, pulling the towel around my breasts. âWhat do you mean?â<br /> âYouâre too thin, Miss.â<br /> âWhat?â<br /> He crossed over to me, pulling the towel open and splaying one hand over my side.<br /> My heart skipped a beat. Calloused fingers. Rough skin against smooth. I forgot about the bruise on his neck, about the phone and suspicions. I wanted his hand to move.<br /> Up or down. I almost didnât care.<br /> I needed him to touch me.<br /> His head dropped next to mine, hot breath on my neck, my ear. âYou need to eat more.â<br /> It took a second for the words to process. I stiffened, leaned back.<br /> Not that it mattered since Rob had already stepped away.<br /> ---<br /> The bed dipped, and I rolled over to see Rob sitting on the side of the bed.<br /> âIs there anything for dinner?â he asked.<br /> âNot today,â I said. âWe were all sick.â<br /> His dark brows pulled down. âYou were? Why didnât you call me?â<br /> âI texted you three times.â<br /> âYou did? I didnât get them.â He pulled out his cell and unlocked it. The little green box had a red bubble with a three in the upper right corner. He tapped it and, lo and behold, my messages were there.<br /> Any chance you can come home early? The stomach plague has hit.<br /> <br /> Iâm feeling really lousy, could use some help.<br /> <br /> So much puke. I need backup.<br /> <br /> âSht,â he muttered.<br /> I reached over him, tapped the lower case âiâ on the right side of the screen, and swiped off the mute function.<br /> âMaybe donât put your wife on Do Not Disturb?â<br /> âOh, I didnât realizeââ<br /> I sighed and flopped over to my side, facing away from him. My heart felt fragile, ready to shatter into a million pieces. I kept telling myself that I was crazy, that things were fine and we were going through a rough patch.<br /> But . . .<br /> This didnât feel like a rough patch. It felt likeâ<br /> I bit my lip hard, stopping the thought before it could completely materialize.<br /> Weâd worked through tough times before. Every couple had ups and downs. What made us different was that we could talk to each other about anything.<br /> Or we used to, anyway.<br /> I turned my head so I could see him over my shoulder. âNot realizing things seems to be the theme with you lately, Rob. Can we talk about whatâs going on? Itâs not like you to be so detached.â<br /> Silence.<br /> He sat six inches away from me, eyes on his phone, and he didnât even look at me.<br /> He. Didnât. Look. At. Me.<br /> In that moment, I felt ten years old again. Begging my mom to see me. To want me. To value me.<br /> And in that moment, I hated my husband for making me feel that way.<br /> I wasnât that little girl any longer. I knew my own worth. Iâ<br /> Didnât beg for love. That came internally. I loved myself.<br /> Because Rob had given me the strength to learn how.<br /> His touch made me jump.<br /> It was a gentle caress, one soft brush of his thumb beneath my eye to collect a drop of moisture I hadnât realized was there.<br /> âMiss, Iââ<br /> His phone rang. He glanced down at it, and I held my breath, waiting for him, wishing he would decline it.<br /> He didnât.<br /> His finger swiped across the screen.<br /> âHello?â Rob said and walked from the room.<br /> I think we urgently need to talk.<br /> For my kids.<br /> For me. <br /> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /> Curious to know what happens next? 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