I decided to call her.
— “Hi, where are you?”
— “Hi,” she answered calmly, “I’m at a friend’s, we’ll hang out a bit, then I’ll head home. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in an hour.”
— “At a friend’s?” I asked again, trying to keep my voice steady.
— “Yeah, everything’s fine.” — And the call ended.

I was standing in front of my brother’s house and I didn’t know what to think. If she had just come for something innocent, why lie about being at a friend’s? Something inside me whispered: this is no coincidence. I needed to find out the truth.