My mother’s hand closed hard around Stephanie’s arm.

And I saw it happen — the exact instant the smugness drained out of my sister’s face and something else flooded in to replace it, something I had never once seen there in twenty-two years, directed at me.

Fear.

But Stephanie had always been quick, and she recovered fast, and she laughed, a high brittle sound.

“So what?

Anyone can fake a report.