the woman on the other end asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“This is Tessa.”
I stepped into the backyard and closed the door behind me.
“Thank you for calling.”
“I almost didn’t.”
“I understand.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” She inhaled sharply. “He told me you were his sister.”
For a moment, I thought I had heard her wrong.
“His sister?”
“He showed me photographs of your house. There was one of you standing beside him at a barbecue. He said you were his older sister and that he’d been
