Even then, I thought I could find a way to reverse what had happened, to put life back the way it had been before. No, we were forever altered, but I thought that maybe I could still make my relationship right with Declan.

That morning, a Saturday, I texted Kane: Can you come over?

I barely ever texted Kane these days; usually, it was part of a group text. And though he was the type of guy who slept in on weekends, he responded at once: What’s up?

I typed in: I need to see you asap. Just come over.

He didn’t respond, but five minutes later, he appeared on my front stoop, knocking. I nearly mowed down my father, who was walking at a leisurely pace to answer the door. “I got it,” I told him, nearly toppling him on the staircase in order to intercept Kane.

Kane was wearing an Eagles T-shirt, ball cap, and sweats despite the frigid weather and looked like he’d just woken up. I yanked him inside, afraid that Declan would see us. I’d already made enough of a mess with him thinking Kane and I had something going on. I didn’t want to make the situation worse. When we were inside, he studied me in the darkened foyer. “What the hell happened to you?”

I motioned for him to be quiet and led him up to my bedroom. There, I found the photo I’d snapped and handed it to him. I hadn’t actually looked at it as it developed, because I couldn’t bring myself to. He studied it, squinting. “Wow. This captures it so well. What the hell is it?”

I grabbed the photo. Shit. I’d gotten mostly blinds in the picture, and only a blurred sliver of what might have been Declan’s arm around Luisa’s waist. But it was enough to bring back the horror of what I’d seen last night. I started to sob again.

“Whoa.” Kane sat me down on the bed and waited for me to calm down.

I tried to explain, but my throat was choked with sobs. “I went to Declan’s room last night. And…and he was with…Luisa…”

He stiffened. “What?”

I nodded. “They were…”

He stood up. “You’re wrong. You have to be wrong.”

“I’m not. I know what I saw. And I…” I covered my face with my hands. “There was no mistake, Kane. They were on his bed.”

He ripped his phone out of his pocket and started to text.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, alarmed.

“What do you think?” he snapped. “I’m going to ask her what she was doing last night. She told me she was still sick with that stomach bug, but I thought it was bullshit.”