My stomach tightened.
I read it again.
The bedroom door opened.
I looked up.
Callan stood there.
His hair was wet.
He looked at the phone in my hand.
He didn’t ask what I’d found.
He knew.
“You weren’t supposed to find that.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
I put the phone on the bed.
“You weren’t supposed to get caught.”
He closed his eyes.
“Bryony…”
“How long?”
“I told you.”
“No. You lied.”
“I was scared.”
“You weren’t scared when you were doing it.”
He looked at me.
“I love you.”
I shook my head.
“Don’t say that.”
“I do.”
“Then what was she?”
He said nothing.
“What was my sister?”
He sat down.
“I don’t know.”
I stared at him.
“You don’t know?”
“It was complicated.”
“Nothing about this is complicated.”
I pointed at the phone.
“You made it complicated because you wanted two lives.”
He rubbed his face.
