He looked at me first, then at Ava, then back at me.
“Forgot my phone,” he said.
Neither of us spoke.
He crossed to the kitchen counter, picked up his phone, and stood there for a moment too long.
His eyes moved to the broken glass I hadn’t yet cleaned from the floor.
“You’d better sit down.”
I sat down slowly, my legs no longer steady beneath me.
Ava pressed the jacket against her chest like she was holding something sacred.
“That night,” she said, “Chloe and I never made it to the movies.”
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
“Daniel called her.
He told her to come home.
Said it was urgent.” Ava’s voice dropped.
“She didn’t want to worry you, so she told you we were still going.”
My mouth went dry.
“Daniel knew you were out that night?”
Ava nodded slowly.
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