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"I forgot my phone," Michelle said with a light laugh, her eyes taking in the scene without suspicion. "I thought you might have seen it."

John’s throat tightened, and he felt his face flush. "I... I was just leaving," he stammered, attempting to sidestep her and make a hasty exit. But Michelle moved to the side nonchalantly, giving him a quizzical look.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone more amused than concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Just a bit of a rush," John mumbled, trying to **** a smile. "I need to get to the gym and then home to my family. They have something planned for tonight."

Michelle shrugged, her focus already shifting away from him. "Well, don't let me keep you," she said, stepping further into the room and glancing around. "Mom, do you know where my phone is?"

Her mother shot a quick, worried glance at John before responding. "I think it's in the living room, sweetie. Why don't you go check there?"

Michelle nodded, seemingly oblivious to the tension. "Thanks, I'll go look."

John seized the opportunity, slipping past her and rushing down the hallway. As he sprinted to his car, he couldn't shake the image of Michelle’s innocent smile and the relief that, at least for now, his secret remained safe. But the fear of what might happen next lingered, a constant reminder of the precarious situation he had created.