eat something.
I answered and waited.
Jessica’s breathing sounded uneven, like someone who had cried until even crying became exhausting.
She asked how long I had known.
Three months.
The line became so quiet that I checked whether we were still connected.
Three months.
She repeated it like a measurement.
Like she was calculating every family dinner where I had sat across from her knowing what Brandon had done.
She wanted to know why I hadn’t told her.
I told her the truth.
If I had, Mom would have accused
