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Milo immediately turned toward me. His eyes got huge.
“He knows!”
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For half a second, I thought the same thing. I even started to rise from my seat, expecting Weston to say my name.
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Then he continued speaking.
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“Her name is Ivy,” he said. “She’s sitting in seat 14C, and if you’d asked me four months ago, I would have told you I didn’t even know she existed.”
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The moment I heard the name, I slowly sat back down and felt every drop of blood drain from my face.
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I didn’t know anyone named Ivy. Weston had never once mentioned that name to me, not casually, not carefully, not in eleven years of marriage.
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Milo tugged at my sleeve. “Mom? Who’s Ivy?”
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“I don’t know,” I said, my voice barely working.
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I scanned the rows ahead of us, working through the seat numbers I could see, my heart hammering hard enough that I could feel it in my ears.
