because I didn’t have one of my own.
Colleen asked me one question.
If Jessica discovered later that I had known, what would that make me?
Complicit.
Exactly.
I peeled the label from the wine bottle in front of me strip by strip, hoping somehow the answer might change if I delayed long enough.
Brandon had promised to stop.
Colleen didn’t believe men who cheated in parking lots simply stopped.
She was right.
I knew she was.
But I wasn’t protecting Brandon.
I was trying to protect Jessica.
Despite everything—the
