Who knew John Keats could inspire deception? Susan couldn’t remember when she and Tom had purchased the poetry book, but Tom, a romantic, had insisted. Jackson and his wife, Melissa, often visited, and both admired Susan’s library. So, when Jackson suggested to Susan that they exchange details for upcoming trysts on notecards hidden inside the book, it made sense. Texting had become too dangerous. Pulling the book from the shelf, Susan’s heart leaped in anticipation as a notecard fell to the floor. Her blood went cold when she read “Mel - Let’s celebrate three years together. Susan away this weekend. - Tom.”
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