“I think you’re reaching,” I manage to cut in, although I’m starting to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. She lets out annoyed huff. “Fine then. Time for the coup de grace: I don’t know which team Devon supports, but I do know that Ryan’s daughter is named Lola. I talked to him at Emma’s party, and he mentioned she’d just turned four.” I shake my head in denial. “No. No this can’t be right.”
