Sarah came in behind him, her face pale under the kitchen lights.

She didn’t look at Dan.

She looked straight at me.

“Annie, do you have any water?” Sarah asked.

Her voice was thin, almost trembling.

I handed her a bottle from the fridge.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Sarah,” I said.

Sarah took a long sip of water, her hand shaking slightly against the plastic bottle.

“I’m just tired,” she whispered. “Tired of the secrets.”

Dan sighed, leaning against the counter. “What secrets, Sarah? We’re just having a barbecue.”

Sarah let out a bitter, dry laugh.

“You really don’t know, do you?” she said, looking at her brother.

“Know what?” Dan asked, his brow furrowing.

From the hallway, we heard Juliette’s voice rise in anger.

“What do you mean it was signed for?” she yelled into her phone. “I am standing in the house right now!”

Dan turned toward the sound of his mother’s voice, his shoulders tensing up again.

Sarah watched the doorway, her knuckles white around the water bottle.

“She’s going to find out,” Sarah whispered.