“Claire.”
I said nothing.
She stepped closer.
“I am sorry.”
I almost admired how useless the sentence was.
Dawson spoke first.
“Did you take seventy-four thousand dollars from our savings?”
“Yes.”
“Were you going to leave me?”
Megan cried.
“Yes.”
“Were you going to tell me before or after you moved your clothes?”
“Before.”
He smiled bitterly.
“Generous.”
Then I asked:
“Why Ryan?”
Her face crumpled.
“I don't know.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“Twenty-two years of friendship deserves more than ‘I don't know.’”
She looked at Ryan.
Then me.
“When Lena died, I was angry at him.”
“Good instinct.”
“I hated him for what he'd done to her.”
“Then we kept meeting because of Oliver.”
“Ryan was devastated.”
“I was devastated.”
“We talked.”
I stared.
“And eventually you decided the best tribute to your dead sister was sleeping with the married man who cheated with her?”
Megan closed her eyes.
