Maybe the strange stiffness she sensed between him and Sabrina that she didn’t yet understand. As she walked home later that evening, Kayla replayed Sabrina’s reaction over and over. It wasn’t what she said that bothered her. It was what she didn’t say. No curiosity. No follow-up. No concern. Just that same tight, practiced smile.
And for the first time, Kayla wondered if Sabrina already knew something she didn’t. Kayla showed up on Tuesday the same way she always did — backpack on one shoulder, mentally running through ways to keep Tommy entertained. She knocked twice, waited, then used the spare key Mark had given her, letting herself into the quiet house.