Rebecca
"Josh has been acting weird lately," Sarah says.
I freeze in my tracks. "What do you mean?" I ask.
"I asked him how things were going and if he could come over to catch up, but he says he is out of town," Sarah says.
"So what? What's so weird about that? Josh always goes out of town," I say.
Sarah narrows her eyes at me. "The weird part is that he's being vague about where he is. And when I texted him a photo of that new coffee shop he's been wanting to try, he responded at 3 AM. It was like noon here."
I busy myself arranging the throw pillows on Sarah's couch, avoiding her gaze. "Maybe he's on the East Coast for work? You know how busy he gets with those architectural projects."
"Rebecca." Sarah's voice has that tone—the one that says she knows I'm hiding something. "You're a terrible liar. Your left eye twitches."
My hand flies to my eye instinctively. "It does not!"
