Then she gradually disappeared from our lives, saying it hurt too much to visit the house.
I had always believed her.
I called Rachel.
“Do you remember meeting my aunt Sabrina?”
“Once, at your graduation party.”
“Did you tell her about Graham?”
Rachel went quiet.
“Yes. She found me crying in the bathroom. I told her everything.”
The final piece settled into place.
I drove to Sabrina’s apartment before I had time to second-guess myself.
She answered the door wearing workout clothes.
Her white sneakers rested beside the entrance.
The moment I showed her the security footage, the color drained from her face.
“You followed Rachel,” I said.
Sabrina took a small step backward.
“Lola, you do not understand.”
“Then explain it.”
The softness disappeared from her expression.
“Your father was supposed to love your mother forever.”
