The truth came out two nights later, and it came out because Sasha Kenner called me.
I had left her number in my file with the others. I had thought about calling her a hundred times and never done it. But she called me, late on a Thursday, and when I answered, she said my name like a question.
"Nora?"
"Yes."
"I'm Sasha. I think you know who I am."
I sat down on the edge of my bed. "I do."
"Ethan told me you two were broken up," she said. "Months ago. He said you were engaged once, but it ended. He said you still lived together because of the lease."
I closed my eyes. "How long?"
"Five months. Maybe six. He came in to the gallery in June and we started talking, and then he started calling me every night." She paused. "He told me he was going to move to Millbrook. He told me he was
