had answered without thinking.
Perhaps he had been so accustomed to lying that the words came automatically.
Either possibility frightened me.
I typed a message.
I stopped by your office today.
My thumb hovered over the send button.
If I sent it, he might realize that I had discovered something was wrong. He might call his workplace, arrange an explanation, or find another way to hide whatever he was doing.
I deleted the message.
Then I typed another.
Hope your day is going well. Don’t forget your medication tonight.
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