My sister sighed and left, indignant. No sooner had she closed the door than Rita walked in. She and Rael locked eyes and got awkward. He approached her, greeting her politely.

I knew Rita didn’t like Gabe, and she had every reason not to. So her being there was to support me. But she knew I’d called Isabelle for a reason. And if there was anyone I trusted, it was my sister. Gabe trusted Rael. So, in no time, we told them about our suspicions.

“I think confronting them both is the ...