“To be honest with you, Scott,” I sighed. “I still don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth.” 

There was a pause on the other end. I could almost picture him, sitting in his chair with his hand pressed against his temple. Then a sigh followed. 

“Sabrina,” he said slowly, “I’ve told you everything. There’s nothing else to hide.” 

“Then why does it feel like there is?” My voice trembled despite me trying to hold it steady. “You keep stopping ...