“He helped me install my curtains.”
“Your curtains?”
“Yes.”
She laughed without humor.
“That’s convenient.”
“Delaney, what are you talking about?”
She opened her handbag and pulled out her phone.
On the screen was a photograph of me standing inside Caleb’s living room, carrying a cardboard box.
It had been taken weeks earlier.
I recognized the box immediately.
It contained donated materials for the elementary school’s art exhibition.
Delaney had been there that day.
She had driven me to Caleb’s house because the building supply company had agreed to donate leftover display panels and hardware.
We had loaded the boxes into my car together.
I looked up at her.
“You know what that picture is.”
“I know what I see.”
“You were there!”
“Don’t lie to me, Willa.”
“I am not lying.”
She leaned closer.
“Have you been sleeping with my boyfriend?”
The question struck me like a slap.
“No!”
