Amber

(She didn't blink. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table, and the smile finally slipped away, replaced by something flat and final.) ​"Last one," (she whispered.) "Truth. How long were you planning to sit there and pretend you didn't notice Heath's truck in our driveway every Thursday afternoon while you were at the office, or were you just waiting for one of us to finally spell it out for you?"

Pack.

​"I already did." (She turned back to the fridge, pulling out two bottles of beer.) "I figured I'd wait until you were done sulking to tell you."

​"Ouch," (she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.) "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

On the contrary, I'm being very self-restraint. Do you need me to help you by dragging your derrière out?

​"Please," (she said, rolling her eyes.) "I can take care of myself. Besides, you know I'd just call the police, and then you'd be the one in handcuffs."