Chase
Missy looked me directly in the eyes and lied.
“I went to get coffee.”
The hallway behind the family section was crowded with staff members, guests, and players’ relatives preparing to leave. Allie and Mia stood beside her, both silent now. Missy held her phone tightly against her coat as though she expected me to reach for it.
I looked at her empty hands.
“Where is the coffee?”
“The stand was closed.”
“Then why were you gone for nearly twenty minutes?”
“I walked around.”
“During the busiest intermission of the game?”
Her expression hardened.
“Yes.”
I knew my sister.
I knew the small changes in her voice when she was nervous. I knew the way she lifted her chin when she wanted to appear more confident than she felt. I knew she became defensive before anyone had accused he
