For a second, no one moved.
The water dripped from my hair onto the freshly cleaned floor, forming a small puddle at my knees. My hands were still wrapped around the mop handle, trembling—not from the cold, but from the shock of being seen.
Daniel stood in the doorway, his face drained of color, his eyes darting between me and Melissa like he was trying to understand what he had just walked into.
“Mom…?” he said quietly.
Melissa reacted first. Of course she did.
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