“Look, she texted me from Kendra’s car,” he said.

“She’s completely devastated.”

I stared at the side of his face.

The dashboard lights cast a pale green glow across his jaw.

“Why is she texting you instead of talking to me?” I asked.

“Because she knows you’re being unreasonable right now,” he said.

We stopped at a red light on the corner of Elm Street.

I opened my purse and pulled out the printed photo.