Rebecca looked down at the gravel by her front tire, her mouth tightening into a thin line.

“Paul was grieving, and he needed someone who wasn’t falling apart,” she said.

“He told me he stayed in the waiting room alone until sunrise,” I said.

“Then he lied to you about that, too,” she said.

She pulled her car door open and sat behind the wheel without looking back at me.

“Don’t come near my porch again,” she said.

She pulled the door shut and locked it from the inside with a sharp click.