A lie has seven endings —Swahili proverb.
Nick put the car seat into the back of Celeste’s car. Jane had grown quiet, sleeping fitfully.
School would be out any moment.
“Get behind the wheel,” he told Celeste. “We need to go.”
He pulled the baby bottle from his pocket and got in the back seat while Celeste climbed in front. He slouched as she started the ca…
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