My mouth drops open, because What the fuck, Zach? but when I glance at him he looks so shocked at what just came out of his mouth that I can’t summon up the energy to be mad. This moment feels inevitable. She was going to find out. I knew it the second she walked into this house.

Something flashes across Michelle Teller’s face, but she composes herself before I can decipher it. She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? You went to Carter?”

I nod.

She furrows her brow. “What did you say your name is?”

I swallow. Zach’s hand finds mine under the table.

“May?” My name catches in my throat.

“May.” She purses her lips. “That’s not a very common name.”

I shrug. A lump of terror churns in my stomach.

“What’s your last name, May?” She narrows her eyes at me.

“Hey, Mom.” Zach intervenes again. “Lay off.”

She cuts him off with a look.

“McGintee?” I choke on the word.

“McGintee?” She glances at Zach to confirm. All the blood has drained from his face. “Did she say McGintee?”

He nods.

Gwen and Mr. Teller are silent. The entire table has stopped eating. Everyone is watching Michelle Teller and me like they’re waiting for an explosion.

“As in Jordan McGintee? As in his twin sister?” she says in a strangled tone.

When I hear my brother’s name, I spring to life for the first time since dinner started. Who does this lady think she is, throwing his name around like it’s hers to say?

“Yes. Jordan was my brother.” My voice is shaky, which pisses me off. I force myself to meet her eyes.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, May.” Her words sound cold but the look she gives me runs counter to them. She looks devastated. Worried beyond belief. Like she has no idea how to handle this situation.

Well, good—that makes two of us.

She turns to Zach’s dad. “Did you know about this?”

“No. I had no idea.”

Fury bubbles up farther into my stomach with every second that passes. How dare she act like I’m not welcome in her house? She should be throwing herself at my feet, groveling for me to forgive her for defending that piece of shit that murdered my brother.

She heaves a sigh and says to me, “I’m sorry. I really am. This is an unusual situation, to say the least. I wish someone had given me a heads-up….”

“I didn’t think you’d actually decide to come home,” Zach mutters.

She glares at him and then turns back to me. Smiles a toothy crocodile smile. “We’ll just have to be careful to avoid talking about the elephant in the room and we should be okay, legally speaking.”

I dig my nails into my palm, hard. “Great. Fine by me.” The last fucking thing I want to do is discuss anything with her.