But since Nathan already eavesdropped on our conversation, he already knew we were talking about him.” She leans forward the slightest bit. “Didn’t you, Nathan?” “I wasn’t eavesdropping!” I quickly say. “At least…not on purpose.” “And yet, you were leaning against the door enough to fall through it,” Summer says. “Was that also an accident?” It’s suddenly very easy to imagine Summer in a courtroom. This cross-examination hasn’t been going on longer than thirty seconds, and I’m already sweating. “Uh-oh, that’s her attorney voice,” Lucy says. “Better tell the truth, Nathan.”
