Then I thought about Leo telling me, Dad said it was our secret.
I put the car back in drive.
By the time I turned onto Rachel’s street, rain was tapping against the windshield. Porch lights glowed along a row of modest houses.
“What are you doing here?”
Greg’s silver SUV sat at the curb.
I parked one house down and stared at it through the rain.
For the first time that day, I stopped wondering whether I was wrong.
Now I only wondered how much Greg had lied about.
I knocked.
Rachel opened the door. For a second, she just stared at me.
“Separating?”
Then the color drained from her face. “Hannah?”
“Rachel?”
Her grip tightened on the doorknob. “What are you doing here?”
“I think you know.”
She glanced over her shoulder, and something in her expression changed. “He said he’d told you.”
“Is she yours?”
“Told me what?”
