My sister kissed my husband in front of thirty people at her own anniversary party and called it a joke. Her husband had a wrapped present in his hands and an envelope she had never opened.

“No.”

She swallowed.

“Bryony.”

“You can stand there.”

She looked down.

“I want to explain.”

“You’ve had nine years.”

“I know.”

“That’s plenty of time.”

She closed her eyes.

“I loved him.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t plan for it to happen.”

“When did it happen?”

She didn’t answer.

“When?”

“2016.”

“I know.”

Her eyes lifted.

“You read the messages.”