me of twisting everything. I looked at him and realized he still believed the problem was my investigation rather than his secrecy.
Before the argument could go further, Daniel’s phone lit up on the kitchen counter. Vanessa’s name appeared clearly on the screen, followed by a message that read, “Did you tell her about Tuesday?” Margaret and I were standing close enough to see it without touching the phone. Daniel walked into the kitchen seconds later and froze when he realized what we had seen. For the first time since
