This woman was expanding, spilling, reaching for her phone, offering me things to look at.
My mind, still braced for betrayal, kept trying to fit her behavior into the shape of guilt and kept failing, the way you fail to push the wrong puzzle piece into a slot no matter how hard you press.
And somewhere in that failing, for the first time since Sammy had pointed his small finger across the store, a thin bright thread of maybe I have this completely wrong began to work its way up through the dread.
Chapter 9 — The Cabin
“The cabin.” Yara pulled out her phone with shaking hands, scrolling fast.
“Fern — Wade’s been working on this for six months.