“That wasn’t the question.”
“I know!”
She was crying again.
“I thought he’d flirt.
I thought you’d get upset, and I’d tell you he was being inappropriate, and then Daniel would help me convince you that I needed money to leave.
It was supposed to be temporary.”
“Temporary fraud?”
“I didn’t think of it like that!”
“How did you think of it?”
She had no answer.
Andrew stood and walked to the window.
“Did Daniel tell you what to do if I refused to cooperate?”
Kayla wiped her cheeks.
“He said not to worry about it.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“He said he had another plan.”
Andrew turned.
“What plan?”
“I don’t know.”
But something about the way she said it made me doubt her.
I was beginning to realize that my sister’s lies were rarely complete inventions.
They were usually carefully selected pieces of truth, arranged to protect her from the consequences of what she had done.
