Ethan looked around, clearly confused.
"Are you meeting someone?" he asked.
"Come with me."
We walked toward the elevator.
He followed silently as the doors slid closed.
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Neither of us spoke during the ride up.
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor with a quiet ding.
My legs felt weak as we stepped into the hallway.
It was long and carpeted, with soft lighting along the walls.
We walked down the corridor together.
He was staring at me now, completely lost.
I stopped in front of one of the doors.
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My hand trembled as I turned to face him.
"Your wife is in there," I said quietly. "With her lover."
His eyes widened.
For a split second, the hallway fell completely silent.
Before I could say another word, my son slammed his shoulder into the door.
It burst open.
And when we looked inside the room, we both froze, staring at the same thing.
