She folded each piece over her arm. Vanessa whispered, please, we can explain. Marissa looked at the wet footprints. You already did, she said.
Caleb moved toward the pool edge. Don’t be dramatic, he said. There it was again. The performance he had already cast her in. If she raised her voice, she would be unstable. If she cried, she would be hysterical.continue reading …
