I turn to look at Jack in confusion.
"What the hell is Billie talking about?" I say. "Please say something, Jack. I know she's lying."
"I'm not lying." Billie laughs. "His mother is very alive. She's a famous chef."
"Shut up!" I snap. "Say something, Jack. I know she's lying. Tell her she's lying. Tell me she's lying."
There's a long stretch of silence before Jack blows out a sigh of exasperation.
"She's telling the truth." He drops the napkin and leaps from his seat. "Excuse me."
Jack storms out of the room. I follow him. He hops into his car. I run after him. He speeds off without saying a single word to me.
I stomp back to the house to grab my purse. Noah and Billie are still at the dinner table, giggling and whispering.
"I knew there was something off about that weirdo." Noa
