a face like a hard question.
“Why now,” I said to Tamsin. “Why like this. Why a fake text and a barbecue and – ” The room tilted and I put my hand on the counter, exactly the way you’re not supposed to admit you did, and steadied myself. “What does any of that have to do with this envelope?”
And Tamsin, my sister, my half-sister, whatever she was – Tamsin continue reading …
