
The morning that I came home on the pretence that I had worked a 12 hour night shift at the bank, but had been secretly watching the comings and goings to the house, it was fairly obvious to both Sally and Emma that I had a good idea what was going on.
Whilst Emma was upstairs in her bedroom, Sally and I were in the kitchen and Sally said quietly to me, "Did you really go to work last night, Philip?"
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