“And if I pass?”
“Then congratulations.
You deserve a medal.”
Andrew nodded calmly.
“Wonderful.
Because I’ve decided to take your test seriously.”
For the first time, Kayla looked uncertain.
He stood, walked to the hallway, and returned carrying a thin folder and his phone.
Then he placed both on the kitchen table.
“Before we begin,” he said, “I want you to understand that this has nothing to do with your towel.”
Kayla frowned.
“Then what is it about?”
Andrew turned his phone toward her.
The color drained from her face.
I leaned forward, trying to see what was on the screen.
Kayla suddenly grabbed the edge of the table.
“Where did you get that?”
Andrew didn’t answer.
He opened the folder, slid a document toward her, and said, “You wanted to find out whether your sister could trust her husband.
That’s fair.
Now it’s time for us to find out whether she should trust you.”
