I arrived at the café ten minutes early.
I glanced around the space, wondering which stranger in the room was Sloane.
Moments later, a figure pushed through the door.
She walked straight over to my table.
"Ms. Sayer? I'm Sloane Joss."
I stood up quickly. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Ms. Joss."
She took a seat across from me and cut straight to the point.
"You said in your text that you needed to confirm something about Sean. What's this about? I do know him, but we're not close at all."
"Not close..."
I paused, taken aback. Suppressing the storm swirling in my chest, I poured out every doubt I'd harbored for three years.
"But Sean says you're his closest gal pal. He's told me he's stayed out drinking with you until late at night countless times, that you've hand-knit him s
