‘Andrea and I grew up together until she was eleven and I was eight,’ I explained. ‘Then we were put into the foster care system. I was adopted almost immediately.’
Tyler looked confused. ‘Oh. I didn’t realize you two lived together as kids.’
Shit. Andrea must have mentioned my past without mentioning her own.
‘Near each other,’ I hedged. ‘In the same neighborhood.’ This was the part that was hard. How could I be close to Tyler if I was lying to him? Why had Andrea broken the rules? Was she setting the terms of my relationship, sending the message that it was okay to talk about certain things and not others? ‘What else did she say?’
‘Nothing really,’ he said. ‘She told me you were adopted; that’s it.’ The waiter came and placed an enchilada in front of Tyler and shrimp tacos in front o
