silent for several seconds.
“Vanessa?” she finally asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you absolutely certain?”
“I know my own sister, Rachel.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just—what were they doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did they kiss?”
“No.”
“Did they hold hands?”
“No. She was crying, and he was looking at some papers.”
Rachel exhaled slowly.
“Then don’t decide what this means yet.”
“How am I supposed to do that? He has been lying to me for a week.”
“You’re right about that. He owes you an explanation. But you saw them together
