“You dated my sister? She was the one who cheated on you in college?” I pointed toward the backyard even though she was no longer standing there. I wanted him to deny it. To say, Who’s your sister again? And realize in real time the horror of our shared past. But the look on his face let me know that he already knew this fact. “You can leave too,” I said, my blood running cold. He didn’t move. “Can I explain?” “Now!” I screamed.
