“I didn’t know,” he said.

“I swear to God, I didn’t know.”

I knew.

I had known for a month.

And that was its own kind of wound, one no knife had made.

Chapter 4 — I Knew

A month before, I had stood outside his office for two hours with the results in my hand, waiting for the right moment to tell him.

Through the door, I had heard him on the phone with Sabrina.