I had no idea that somebody had already decided I was guilty of something much worse.
The following morning, Delaney called me.
Her voice was unusually sweet.
“Hey, bestie. What are you doing today?”
I was making coffee.
“Nothing much. Why?”
“I thought we could get lunch.”
“Sure.”
“There’s something I want to talk about.”
I hesitated.
“Everything okay?”
“Of course.”
We met at a small café near the center of town. Delaney arrived wearing sunglasses and carrying her favorite leather handbag.
She hugged me, ordered a drink, and spent ten minutes discussing a colleague she disliked.
Then she leaned forward.
“So, how’s Caleb?”
My stomach tightened.
“Fine, I guess.”
“You haven’t been around much lately.”
“I’ve been busy with school.”
“Really?”
I looked at her.
“Why are you asking me that?”
She removed her sunglasses.
“Because somebody told me you were at his house yesterday.”
The café suddenly seemed much quieter.
