He was looking at the evidence like a man realizing the past year had not been what he thought it was.
Then Tiffany turned on me.
“She is doing this on purpose,” she said. “She wants you against me.”
I walked to the sink, picked up Kevin’s cold coffee cup, and poured it out.
For years, I had cleaned up after everyone without making them notice.
This time, Kevin noticed.
“I wanted to make pie for my grandchildren,” I said. “You made me prepare evidence instead.”
Then Tiffany’s phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Kevin looked at it.
“Who is texting you?”
She shook her head, but he turned the phone over.
A message preview from Valyria appeared on the screen.
Did she agree yet? Marco needs the final answer before Friday.
Everyone in the kitchen saw it.
Tiffany closed her eyes.
Kevin stepped back from her.
