Chase
Missy had started turning her phone facedown whenever I entered a room.
At first, I told myself I was imagining it.
She had always valued privacy. She complained when Mom read messages over her shoulder and threatened to block me every time I asked who she was speaking to. Protecting her phone was not new.
The speed was.
The moment she heard my footsteps, the screen disappeared.
If a message arrived during dinner, she read it beneath the table.
When her phone rang, she left the room before answering.
And every time I mentioned Luke, her expression became guarded.
I noticed because I knew my sister.
I also noticed because I had been waiting for proof that the stranger was still in her life.
The proof arrived on Sunday morning.
Mom had arranged a family lunch at the house.
