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Cynthia wasn’t willing to believe my word alone about Joseph. Fine. I would figure out what he was up to and prove it to her.
Over the past few days, I’d been noticing Joseph spending more time with the hockey team. Even today, as I was walking through the lounge in the athlete’s dorm, he sat at a table playing cards with my entire second line.
I went to the table, and received bright greetings from all five of my teammates. Joseph, however, sunk behind his cards, avoiding me.
He wasn’t doing anything wrong in the moment, so I couldn’t confront him. But now that I had him in my sights, I wasn’t about to let him out of it.
So I went to one of the sofas in the room, kicked my feet onto an end table, and brought out my phone to surf the web while I watched him.
Looking at him, I c
