“She doesn’t believe me, Hugh,” I said when my sister slammed the front door behind her. “It doesn’t matter what she believes,” he growled, tucking my hand in his as he glowered at his closed front door. “You’re telling the truth.” “I am?” “Yeah, Liz.” When his eyes flicked to mine, I could see the sympathy pouring out of them. “You are.” “Okay.” I blew out a shaky breath, and Hugh gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Okay.”
