Erica
I want to go back for a second.
Because there's something I didn't say about the night at Connor's house. The part that happened between Diane walking out the front door and Tyler and I finally closing that spare bedroom door.
It matters. Because it's the part that showed me what we actually were.
When Roland called to say Diane had written the Voss profile — that she'd called someone the moment she left, that the piece with my name in it was forty minutes from going live — I didn't panic.
I opened my laptop.
Tyler was already on the phone with Roland and I was already typing, pulling Diane's publication history backwards from the Voss profile. Eighteen months of silence before it. A libel case settled privately. The pattern of someone who'd been brought to heel and stayed ther
