Liza winced at that last bit. “So what? I can shit on my mom, not you. If that were it,” she continued, “then that would be enough to never see you again. But you’re also a really shitty friend. WIC told me that before your dad died, he promised his business an investment. He told me you did everything in your power to keep that money from him.”

“Why is WIC suddenly coming out of your mouth?” Dorsey seethed. “I haven’t heard you say his name in months. Now you’re so concerned with what he’s feeling while throwing my logical and truthful confession back in my face? This is all petty bullshit. I know if I hadn’t bruised your little ego when we first met, you would be all over me.”

Liza’s jaw tightened. “How dare you accuse me of having an ego when you compare loving me to loving trashy reality TV.”

“Okay, I—”

“And I will always be concerned for my family and friends when people treat them like shit,” Liza said. “I could never be with a man who is the reason my sister is depressed right now. You told David my sister—who is the sweetest person in the world, would never hurt a fly, is the definition of all goodness—you told David to leave her.” Liza’s voice wavered.

“Your sister’s lovely, but you have to admit she didn’t seem interested in him at all. And it also seemed like she may have a drinking problem. I saw you that night of the snowstorm watering down all of her drinks, and that next morning you were afraid. I saw it in your eyes. David’s father is dying, and he’s not in a good place right now, so I told him to focus on his family. Because, yes, Janae seemed a little cool toward him.”

“Do you know anything about my sister? Do you know that her child died, and she had a nervous breakdown and is slowly building herself back up from the ground?” Liza’s voice wobbled. “She leaned on alcohol in the early stages of her grief, and I was afraid. But she’s just shy and cautious. Nothing wrong with that. It’s not up to you to decide how much she loves him. She’s desperately in love with David, and she was seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and turning into herself again. And then you tell your friend, ‘She’s just not that into you’? How dare you? Who do you think you are?” Liza was yelling at this point.

“I can tell you that David didn’t know any of that. And if your sister is so in love, maybe she would have shared that huge part of her life,” Dorsey said.