“It’s Casey,” I say. “Is everything okay over there?” There’s nothing on Katherine’s end. Not a breath. Not a rustle. Just a blip of silence before she says, “Why wouldn’t things be okay?” “I thought I—” I barely manage to stop the word about to careen off my tongue. Saw. “I thought I heard something at your house,” I say. “And I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”
Girl...what a bad lie
