Explanation by Clare

Suggestion of domestic discord

I’d warned him about the loose rug, the polished stairs. He flapped the paper at me in reply. “He didn’t listen,” I told the officer. “He was stubborn,” I continued. “He was walking in front of me,” I added. The officer raised one eyebrow. “He slipped.”...

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