“You told him to keep it from me.”
Greg’s smile disappeared.
“I told him the studio was a surprise. That part was stupid. I know.”
“I followed you.”
“Vanessa co-signed the lease,” Greg said. “She put in half the money.”
I looked at my sister.
“Why?”
Vanessa gave me a look like the answer should have been obvious.
“Nor, I’ve had that lake painting in my apartment for nine years. You’re the only person who’s ever thought you weren’t good enough.”
“The flowers were for you.”
Vanessa stepped forward and lifted the enormous arrangement of white roses and eucalyptus from the table. She handed it to me.
“I thought…” My eyes dropped to the flowers in my arms. “I followed you. I saw you two at the florist.”
Understanding crossed Vanessa’s face.
“Oh, Nor. The flowers were for you.”
Greg’s hand found the small of my back.
Heat climbed up my neck and settled behind my eyes. I couldn’t meet her gaze. I thought of every ugly, certain thing I had let myself believe about my sister and my husband in the space of two weeks.
