CHAPTER 32
I didn’t need to ask questions anymore. Everything I needed to know was already there—in their actions, in the spaces between their words, in the frantic way they moved now, like people running from a fire only they could see.
I just watched.
It’s funny how people confess even when you don’t ask them to.
They confess in the over-explanations.
In the nervous laughter.
In the accidental slips.
In the way they look over their shoulder like guilt is a shadow that might grow teeth.
Tina couldn’t sit still.
She dropped a glass in the kitchen Monday morning and flinched like she thought I’d throw one back. I didn’t. I just looked at her, then walked away. No words. No acknowledgment. Nothing she could hold onto to feel less like the villain.
Steph stopped calling. But her pre
