My husband forced me to run every morning to lose the baby weight, driving behind me to make sure I never stopped—until what his mother did next left him begging for forgiveness.

Honey, what does that mean?”

She slipped past me without answering.

As she disappeared into her room, her phone buzzed.

For a split second, I saw the screen light up with an incoming call.

Before I could say anything, Lily closed the door.

Who was calling my daughter at that time of night?

Thursday’s run was the worst yet.

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