Faced with Brandon's questioning, Makiko was clearly rattled. She quickly pulled herself together and tried to play it cool. "Dad, you must be mistaken. I was home all night."
Brandon wasn't buying it. "I saw you wearing Mrs. Smith's clothes. I'm old, not blind."
Makiko was stunned. Not only had Brandon seen her, but he had also figured out her disguise. Caught red-handed, she couldn't deny it any longer. The tension was enough to make anyone break a sweat.
Makiko tried to keep her cool, speaking in a calm, low voice, "Dad, you've got it wrong. That wasn't me."
Cole wanted to step in and defend Makiko but was too afraid of Brandon's reaction. So, he just stood there, silent as a ghost, leaving Makiko to fend for herself. Makiko was annoyed; she never thought Cole would just stand by and say nothing.
Brandon's face grew serious, his tone dropping. "What, do you two really think I'm too old to see what's right in front of me?"
Bennett jumped in, "I saw it too, Makiko. Even though you wore Mrs. Smith's clothes, your body shape is different. She's shorter and a bit rounder than you."
The difference was as clear as day. Makiko felt the heat rising, a trickle of sweat running down her back. She had no choice but to come clean.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I lied. I did go out last night. Cole and I had a fight. I didn't want the kids to see me leave, so I disguised myself as Mrs. Smith to get some air."
Brandon watched Makiko closely, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth.
Cole jumped in, "Dad, it was my fault. We argued, and she left in frustration."
"What was the argument about?"
"Makiko's been feeling homesick here, and it caused some tension between us," Cole admitted, awkwardly.

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