Chapter 4

It took me a whole week to look into something I'd been afraid to look into.

I wanted to know —

Sal. When exactly did you start "loving" me?

Every detail I'd turned over in my heart for years and never let myself examine too closely, I laid out now, one by one.

Against the dates. Against the people. Against every convenient little "coincidence."

When I'd traced it all to the end, I sat a long time on the cold bathroom floor.

He hadn't fallen in love with me.

He'd been sent.

Years ago, this family realized that the truth…