"Do you want coffee or—" Prue started.

"No." Trish turned to face her. "No coffee. Just talk to me, Prue. What's going on? Why did you call me after all this time?"

Here it was. The moment everything hinged on.

Prue took a breath, let it out slowly. "I've been thinking. About everything. About you and Nate and what you told me. About the affair."

Trish's posture shifted. Became guarded. "Okay."

"I was angry. So angry when I found those messages on your phone. When I saw the photos." Prue ...