Daniel’s younger sister.
The same sister who had cut herself off from the family nearly four years earlier. The same woman I had not seen since a Christmas dinner that ended with yelling, tears, and a slammed front door.
“Megan?” I whispered.
She stopped as if she had walked into glass.
Slowly, she turned toward me.
“Claire.”
Just my name.
Nothing else.
I looked from her to Daniel.
He would not meet my eyes.
“Someone needs to tell me what is happening. Right now.”
“Claire,” Daniel began, “I can explain.”
“How long?” I asked.
My voice did not sound like mine.
“How long have you been lying to me?”
“I wasn’t lying. I just—”
