Thankfully, you heard Carrie's car pull into the driveway and a few moments later, your wife had semi-sprinted from her car to the door and gingerly slipped inbetween the two of you, smiling at Michael while shielding you from his sight and managing to deftly steer the conversation to a point where he had turned his attention away from you. It didn't take a genius to understand what she was doing and you took the chance to slip away unnoticed from the door and down the hallway, out of view, and to the guestroom. You didn't feel like moving a muscle until you heard the front door close, followed a few moments later by your wife's footsteps to the door. "Honey?"
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